Todos los capítulos de The Bet That Ruined Us : Capítulo 41 - Capítulo 50

LAURA AND LAURETTE MASION The mansion sat in pristine silence, the kind of quiet that came with old money and careful control.Melissa Hale sat at the head of the dining table, her posture perfect, her expression carefully neutral as she cut into her breakfast with surgical precision. The morning sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting everything in shades of gold that did nothing to warm the atmosphere.Laura and Laurette sat on either side of her, their own plates barely touched.The past week had been a series of failures, and Melissa was not accustomed to failure.Every connection she'd called in, every favor she'd leveraged, every potential property she'd investigated for Lure's expansion had led nowhere. Doors that should have opened for someone of her wealth and influence remained stubbornly closed.Someone was blocking them. Someone with more power and resources than she'd anticipated.And she had a very good idea who."Mother, we need to discuss options."

A week later.It had been a full week since Ruby received that text message, and she still didn't know what to do with it.The words were burned into her brain. She'd read them so many times she could recite them in her sleep. Had tried tracing the number through every avenue she had access to…paid services, tech-savvy friends, even that hacker kid who did IT work for the modeling agency.Nothing. The number didn't exist. Not in any database, any registry, any system they could find.Which meant whoever sent it knew what they were doing. Knew how to stay hidden. Knew how to be a threat without being traceable. And she's not even suspecting anyone.Ruby had considered telling Shayla at least twenty times. She had opened her mouth to speak and stopped herself..typed out texts and deleted them before hitting send.Because Shayla was happy. She goes to work happy and comes back happy. The type of happiness Ruby knew too wellShe'd stopped flinching every time Grayson's name came up in con

The evening sun cast long shadows across Shayla's living room as she sat curled up on the couch, a mug of chamomile tea cooling in her hands. Three weeks had passed since Grayson showed up at her apartment with flowers and chocolate and period supplies, and somehow, everything had shifted.Not dramatically. Not with grand declarations or crossing any inappropriate lines. But shifted nonetheless.At work, she could breathe a little easier around him now. The professional mask she'd worn so carefully for months had loosened just enough that she could smile at his terrible jokes without second-guessing herself. She could let herself enjoy the warmth in his eyes when he looked at her without immediately shutting it down.They were... something. Not quite boss and personal assistant anymore, but not quite anything definable either. Something casual. Something careful. Something that made her heart do stupid things every time he had called her Ayla.Ruby was sprawled in the armchair across

Grayson sat at his desk pretending to review quarterly reports while actually watching Shayla out of the corner of his eye.She had been different since she came to work in the morning. Distant. Distracted. The easy warmth that had been building between them over the past three weeks had suddenly developed cracks.She jumped at unexpected sounds. She checked her phone constantly. She had dark circles under her eyes that suggested she didn't sleep well.And she had been avoiding being alone with him.It was driving him insane.Grayson set down his pen and looked at her directly. She was typing furiously on her laptop, she was working in his office for a merger that needed immediate attention. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth the way it always was when she was stressed."Ayla."She looked up, startled. "Yes, Mr. Cross?"He winced at the formality. They had moved past that weeks ago. "Something is bothering you. I can see it. And before you deny it, just kn

It took Shayla a full minute to snap out of the chaos of thoughts running wild in her head. A full minute of being frozen on top of Grayson Cross, her boss, her ex-boyfriend, the father of her child, with their lips pressed together and his hands on her waist and every single rational thought in her brain short-circuiting.Then reality crashed back in like a bucket of ice water.She scrambled up from his body, her movements jerky and graceless, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste to put distance between them. The tension in the office was suffocating, matched only by the awkwardness that seemed to fill every inch of space.Shayla could not look at him. She stared at the floor, the wall, she stared at anything except those blue eyes that she knew were watching her."I am sorry about that," she said, her voice coming out higher than normal, tight with embarrassment.Grayson was already standing up, brushing off his suit pants, licking his lips as if tasting her lips again."I