All Chapters of The Bet That Ruined Us : Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Shayla woke up and her head was pounding. Every heartbeat sent a spike of pain through her skull. The pain was sharp and relentless, radiating from the back of her head down her neck. She could feel the throbbing in her temples, a relentless drumbeat of agony. She sat up quickly. So quickly the room spun around her. The walls tilted, the ceiling swam above her. She had to close her eyes and wait for it to pass. The world tilted and swayed around her. She was in a bedroom. Beautiful. Warm. Decorated in soft creams and golds. Nothing like Grandma Madonna's simple guest room. The sheets were soft silk, the pillows plush. The room smelled faintly of lavender. Everything was elegant and comfortable. And she was wearing different clothes. A soft cotton nightgown that was not hers. Her own clothes were gone. The fabric was soft against her skin, a pale pink that she would never have chosen for herself. Panic shot through her. Where was she? How did she get here? Who had changed her clothe

Ayven looked around. There were only a few tombs visible. Marble and granite monuments scattered across manicured grass. Trees providing shade. The grass was green and well-kept, the stones clean and polished. It was peaceful, quiet. They had come to see Grandma Madonna. His father had said she was not at her house. Had told him to wear a black suit. Ayven turned and saw one of the security guards handing Grayson a bouquet of flowers. White lilies and roses. The flowers were beautiful, pristine. Their petals were soft, their stems wrapped in ribbon. Everything clicked into place. "No. No, no, no." Ayven kept saying it. Over and over. His voice was getting higher, more panic in his tone. He shook his head, backing away from the grave. His eyes were wide with horror. They walked across the grass. Past other graves. Past Grayson's parents' tomb. The stones loomed over them, silent witnesses. The names were carved into the marble, timeless and permanent. And stopped in front of a fr

[POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM] The interrogator had been questioning Monica for three days straight. Same questions. Different angles. Trying to break her. But she would not break. She would not say anything useful or give them what they needed. All she kept saying was the same thing over and over. "I love Grayson." "I only did what I did to get what is rightfully mine." "He is supposed to be with me." "That woman stole him from me." "I love him. I love him. I love him." She said it like a mantra. Like if she repeated it enough times it would become true. Would justify everything she had done. The interrogator was exhausted. Frustrated. He slammed his folder on the table. "Ms. Volkov, you are not helping yourself here. You set fire to a house with someone inside. You killed an elderly woman. That is murder. Arson. Multiple felonies. You are looking at life in prison. Help me help you." Monica just smiled. That same creepy smile she had been wearing since they arreste

[GRAYSON'S PENTHOUSE] Grayson had been coming to the penthouse every day for the past week. Working here instead of the main office. Digging through the past. Trying to find the connection. Because there had to be a connection. His parents' death. The Volkovs' obsession with destroying him. Monica's hatred. Sasha's involvement. Nathaniel's attack on Shayla. All of it had to be connected somehow. Lucas looked up from his tablet. He had been helping Grayson sort through documents. Cross-referencing names and dates and transactions. "Boss, Ms. Ruby just left the mansion with the kids," Lucas reported. "Luke says they are going shopping. They left with three full security convoys. Six guards per vehicle." "Okay." Grayson barely looked up. "Good. And what do we have on Nathaniel Brooks?" "Nathaniel Brooks is currently l at the Red Roof Inn on East 5th Street. He's still using the fake ID. According to our surveillance team, he has a meeting scheduled with the Volkovs tonight. Nine PM.

[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 follow