All Chapters of The Bet That Broke Us: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

RolexIt all came crashing back the instant my eyes landed on the picture frame, not slowly or in fragments. It hit me like a violent storm ripping through everything that had been empty inside my head since the day I woke up on that hospital bed. The numbness shattered, and pain, real pain came flooding back with memories so vivid they stole the air from my lungs. My promise echoed louder than anything else. Promises I made to protect her and Fiona and not let any harm come to them. The words kept repeating, taunting me.I remembered everything.The warmth of Mia’s laugh. The softness in her voice when she called my name like it was a prayer. Fiona’s tiny fingers wrapped around mine and Leo’s shy smiles, the way he used to cling to Mia.And then… The crash.The sound of metal screaming as it folded in on itself. Glass shattering. I saw it again, clearer than ever.Mia’s body halfway out of the wrecked car, covered in blood that wasn’t all hers. Her hands slipping on broken glass as

RolexI stood on the balcony overlooking the grand hall, my hands resting on the cold railing as the party below carried on like nothing in the world was wrong. Yet all I could hear was Mia’s voice.Her desperate calls replayed in my head over and over again, like a wound that refused to close. I tried to shake it off. I told myself it meant nothing. I told myself I was doing the right thing.But who was I fooling?No matter how hard I tried, her face would not leave my mind. Her eyes…those eyes that always searched mine as if I held the answers to everything haunted me. I could almost see her standing behind me, fragile yet stubborn, refusing to let go even when I had pushed her away a thousand times.I clenched my jaw.This was the only way to keep her safe. Distance. That was how I could love her properly.Mia deserved every good thing this world had to offer. She deserved warmth, peace, and happiness. What she did not deserve was me. I had never brought her real joy, every time s

RolexI had lost count of how many times I had paced the length of the hallway, back and forth. The sterile scent of disinfectant filled the air, clinging to my lungs with every breath I took. I hated thsmell...The white walls felt like they were closing in on me and every second stretched painfully, mocking me with its slowness.It had been an hour.An entire hour since they had taken Mia into the emergency ward.My jaw clenched so hard it ached, my fists curling and uncurling at my sides as a thousand thoughts tore through my head. What if something critical had happened? What if the poison had done more damage than they expected? What if I had gotten there too late?The image of her pale face, her bloodstained lips, and her body going limp in my arms replayed endlessly in my mind. No matter how hard I tried to shut it out, it refused to leave.I dragged a hand through my hair roughly and stopped pacing, leaning briefly against the wall as a wave of anger surged through me.Neville

RolexIt was almost amusing how predictable they were.The moment I drove back into the estate, I noticed the changes immediately. More guards at the gates, cameras repositioned, lights brighter than before, scanning every inch like they expected a monster to emerge from the shadows.In a way, they were right.Just as if they sensed I had returned to spell their doom, they tightened security around the house. I nearly laughed as I stepped out of the car. Who exactly did they think was going to stop me?Certainly not them.The guards straightened when they saw me, hands twitching toward their weapons, their eyes sharp with unease. None of them moved to block my path. Fear has a way of announcing itself without words, and they knew every single one of them…that pulling a trigger on me would only make things worse.I walked past them without breaking my stride, my boots echoing against the polished stone floor as I entered the mansion. The house itself seemed to sense what was coming.I

Mia I pulled back slowly from him, my chest rising and falling as I struggled to catch my breath. My lips tingled, swollen and warm from his kiss, and I was certain they had turned red by now. When I finally looked up at him, I noticed he was just as breathless as I was. His chest moved rapidly, his gaze dark and fixed entirely on me as though the world had narrowed down to this single moment between us. For a long while, we simply stared at each other. Then, without warning, laughter bubbled up inside me. It started softly, a small sound escaping my lips, before it grew into full laughter that shook my chest and echoed through the quiet apartment. His brows pulled together immediately, confusion flickering across his face as he watched me laugh. “What?” he asked, his voice was low and uncertain. I laughed harder, wiping at the tears that had gathered in my eyes. “Look who’s gone soft,” I teased. “I never thought losing your memories would bring out this side of you. I rea