All Chapters of The Bet That Broke Us: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Mia“Are you sure I don’t look bad?” I asked for the tenth time, still unsure about my outfit. I could have worn one of my fitted gowns, but I seemed to have outgrown most of my clothes ever since my body changed.Curves I didn’t use to have, and a fuller bust that made some dresses feel too tight. Even if they still fit, Sister Rafaella wouldn’t have let me wear any of them.So, I picked a silver gown instead. It flared at the bottom, with a clean slit that ran to my thigh…elegant but not too revealing. My shoes matched perfectly, simple silver silhouettes, and I packed my hair neatly into a bun.“This is the most beautiful you’ve ever looked. Trust me,” Bruno said, smiling softly.I believed him. Bruno never sugarcoated anything. If he said I looked good, then I did. If I didn’t, he’d tell me straight up without flinching. That’s what I liked about him, his honesty felt safe, like something I could hold on to in a world that always tried to make me doubt myself.It wasn’t long befo

Mia When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer in the car. The faint scent of antiseptic hit me first, followed by the steady beeping of a heart monitor nearby.A hospital again? Then I saw the doctor, scribbling something on a clipboard. He looked up when he noticed me stirring.“You’re awake?” he said, almost surprised, before setting the clipboard down. He turned quickly as if to go inform someone.My hand shot out and grabbed his sleeve before he could move another step.“Don’t,” I said quickly, my voice trembling. “Please… don’t tell him I’m awake.”He hesitated, clearly confused.“I…I just need to know what’s wrong with me,” I added, trying to sit up. The pain in my stomach had faded.But my heart pounded as I waited for his answer, I knew it was something related to what sister Rafaella was keeping from me.The doctor frowned slightly, flipping through the papers in his hand. “Oh, that. Nothing too serious. You were having mild uterine contractions,” he explained. “They can

MiaI took a deep breath, standing at the front of the OB-GYN clinic, the cool morning air brushing against my skin. My fingers trembled slightly as I gripped my small handbag tighter. I had already made my decision, though my heart hadn’t caught up with it yet. Sister Rafaella wasn’t aware of this, and I hadn’t told Bruno either. I didn’t tell anyone…because if I did, they might talk me out of it.I stared down at my stomach, gently rubbing it as if the small life inside could feel the uncertainty crawling beneath my skin. Ever since I found out I was pregnant, a strange wave of emotion always rushed through me whenever I looked down at my belly. It wasn’t joy. It wasn’t pride. It was something heavier, like a mix of guilt, fear, and confusion. I couldn’t even explain it to myself.“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “This is the best I can do for you.”It sounded insane, talking to a life that hadn’t yet made a sound, but somehow it felt right, like I owed it an explanation. Like I wanted

Mia“And what right do you have to stop it?” I asked deliberately, why would he even think he had the right to stop it? He already had someone else, someone who carried his child, so why couldn’t I just live my life? Why couldn’t he let me breathe?He tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing at me, his voice also lowering into that cold, deep tone that always made my stomach twist. “Do I need to explain that right, Mia?” he said. “I marked you as mine the day I popped your cherry.”My eyes widened, heat rushing to my face. Did he have to be so raw, so vulgar with every word? He said it like it was something to be proud of, like it gave him ownership over me. I clenched my fists at my sides, hating that he could still make my heart skip a beat even when he spoke like that.“You made it clear to me yourself,” I said, “It was all nothing but your game. I’m not yours, Rolex. I never was. I can be with whoever I want to be with.”His eyes darkened, and a faint smirk curved his lips,

Mia“I can’t let you risk your life for that. You should probably let him know,” Bruno said. His tone was firm with anger not at me, but at Rolex.I had explained everything to him, how it all started with Maxello and ended with Rolex, how I was carrying his child, how I had been thinking about terminating the pregnancy and how, no matter how hard I tried, he had been stuck in my mind lately.“But how am I going to give birth to this child?” I asked, trying not to choke on my tears. “He’s never going to accept it. He already has a child of his own, and I doubt he’ll ever acknowledge this one. After all, I’m his half-sister, and he hates me for what my parents did.”Bruno’s expression softened. His hand reached for mine resting on my thighs, and he held it gently, rubbing it in slow circles.“You don’t have to be scared. I’m here with you. And you have Sister Rafaella too,” he said quietly.I blinked, trying to steady my breathing. He was right…. I wasn’t completely alone. I had them.