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

[ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - DOCKS, 9 PM]Nathaniel entered the abandoned warehouse carefully. Looking over his shoulder every few seconds. Making sure no one was watching or following him.The warehouse smelled like rust and old fish and stagnant water. The windows were broken. Glass crunching under his feet."You were told never to return to this country, Nathaniel Brooks." A voice echoed through the empty space. Modulated and distorted. It was coming from speakers hidden somewhere in the darkness. "You seem to be playing with your life. Testing our patience.""I only came back to look for Sasha!" Nathaniel yelled into the darkness. "She asked me to meet her here! She promised me answers! And I know you are in there, Sasha! We had a deal! I did what you asked! So why did you still take my mother? Why did you kill her? After not paying me the complete amount.""You did not deliver, Nathaniel." The modulated voice came again. Emotionless. "It was an AI-generated video you gave to Sasha. We

[TORTURE WAREHOUSE]After two minutes of complete silence, Grayson finally moved. He pushed himself up from the floor slowly. His body was tense. Ready to drop again if another shot came.But there was nothing. Just the sound of his own breathing and the drip of blood hitting concrete.Lucas and Luke got up next. Then the rest of the security team. All of them scanning the warehouse. Looking for the shooter. But whoever it was had already gone. Vanished like they were never there.Grayson looked at what was left of Nathaniel. The body slumped in the chair. Head destroyed. Blood and brain matter everywhere. The stumps where his hands used to be still oozing.He felt nothing. No satisfaction. No guilt. Nothing."Dump his body in the river," Grayson said to three of the guards. His voice was flat. Emotionally empty. "Make sure it sinks. Use chains. Weights. I do not want it found."The guards nodded and moved to handle it.Grayson walked out of the warehouse. Luke and Lucas followed clos

The words rang in Grayson's ears like gunshots. Over and over and over. Your daughter is going blind. Your daughter is going blind. Your daughter is going blind.It did not make sense. None of it made any goddamn sense.Monica had tampered with Angel's eyes. She had performed surgery on a child. On her own child. Changed her eye color to blue. To match his eyes.Why? What kind of mother did that? What kind of sick, twisted person performed cosmetic surgery on a six-year-old just to make her look more like the father who did not even know she existed?Grayson felt bile rising in his throat. He felt his hands starting to shake. He clenched them into fists and forced himself to focus on the doctor standing in front of him."What do you suggest I do, doctor?" Grayson asked. His voice was hoarse. Strained. Like someone had taken sandpaper to his vocal cords. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What are my options here? What can we do to fix this?"The doctor looked down at his tablet.

[GRAYSON CROSS MANSION MORNING]"Angel!" Ayven's voice rang through the hallway. Loud and impatient. "We are going to be late! Get up!"He was already dressed for school. His backpack slung over one shoulder. His hair was combed neatly to the side the way Shayla used to do it."I am coming!" Angel's voice came from inside her room. Muffled. Slightly panicked.Ayven did not wait. He pushed open her door and walked right in without asking permission. This had become their routine over the past month. Ayven barging into her room. Angel pretending to be annoyed but secretly pleased that he cared enough to check on her.Angel was standing in front of her full-length mirror. Putting on her glasses. The new ones the doctor had prescribed after the surgery.Black rectangular frames that looked too big for her small face. But somehow they suited her. Made her look smart. Studious. Like a tiny professor."You woke up late today," Ayven said. He leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms.

[IVAN'S MANSION - LIVING ROOM]"Have you gotten everything ready?" Ivan demanded the moment Monica walked into the room.She was wearing all black. Tactical gear. Her hair pulled back in a tight bun. Face hard and determined."It is all set," Monica said. Her voice was cold. Flat. All business. "The team is assembled. Ten men should be more than enough. The equipment is loaded. The van is prepped. The escape route has been driven three times. We are ready.""And you understand the parameters?" Ivan pressed. He was sitting on the couch cleaning his gun. Taking it apart and putting it back together with practiced efficiency. "No one touches Grayson. He comes out of this without a scratch. Not a bruise. Not a hair out of place. Father wants him perfect.""I am not stupid," Monica snapped. "I know what Father wants. Grayson is mine. No one else lays a hand on him.""We are not bringing feelings into this," Jake said from where he stood by the window. "This is business. Pure business. Fath