Todos os capítulos de Dice and Slice: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

The table was briefly silent as I took my seat, and Brandon Foster reached for my waist, sighing, "That's enough, Angie. Give it a rest. It's just a drunken joke—go to bed."I quietly withdrew from this touch, staring pointedly at Wanda Stiles. "Don't get touchy-feely. Your wife is right over there."Brandon scowled, his tone impatient as he growled, "I've told you so many times—Wanda is just a friend. Why would I bother dating you if we were hooking up?"I didn't reply because I had heard that response before too many times.Because of Wanda, he forgot about our date.Because of Wanda, he left me by the curb.Because Wanda got drunk that one time, he rushed out of home in the night to pick her up.And now, he even registered his marriage with Wanda, and in the end, he still claimed they were just friends.Even as an awkward silence ensued, Wanda came over and sat on Brandon's lap."Alright, just cut it out," she said and turned to me with a smile. "There's really nothing goin

My eyes burned as my tears threatened to fall.I had tolerated the many times he sided with Wanda but still didn't expect such humiliation.Brandon's eyes flashed in annoyance, but he decided he had gone too far to back off.Even Martin sensed the conflict brewing. "Come on, Wanda. It's just a bracelet—I'll buy you two later, okay?"Wanda, however, scowled. "We agreed before we started. A bet's a bet."Brandon chuckled coolly too. "I told you to go home, but you insisted on playing. Now, hand it over."My fingers were trembling, but I fought back my tears and took off my bracelet.Brandon didn't look at it twice as he took it and threw it at Wanda.She then held it against the light and pouted after a brief glance. "Ugh. Junk."She dropped it nonchalantly on the table, and that was when she accidentally knocked over the glass beside her, spilling red wine all over the bracelet.I rushed over to pick it up, but I moved too quickly and struck the table with my fingers.Wanda s

All in.They were ready to bet everything on this one.As everyone turned to watch me, waiting for my response, I kept my eyes downward as I stayed silent for ten seconds.Eventually, I looked up. "Call. I will bet… everything I have."The room was silent, and Brandon was suddenly on his feet. "Are you crazy?! Do you even know what you're talking about?!"I smiled faintly. "Table rules, Brandon. A bet's a bet… Unless you're scared?"Wanda stood up too, tugging on Brandon's arm and making him sit. "Come on, Brandon—she wants to give us everything, so why don't we receive her goodwill? Or what, does your heart ache for her?"Then, turning to smirk at me, she said, "A verbal agreement doesn't count. Call up your lawyer and draft a black-and-white! We will do the same!""Sure," I replied briskly and called my lawyer while everyone watched, telling him to bring an inventory of all my assets and draft the agreement in question.Brandon watched me coolly. "You'd better not regret thi

Outside the window, the night lights of the city were just coming on.I tightened the wool shawl around me as I stood from an overlooking view of the cityscape. I was in an apartment that was renovated with glass walls, because Brandon liked it.I was serious about spending the rest of my life with him—it was a shame how that turned out.Behind me, my lawyer and Lara were conversing and writing things down on paper.After a while, they all flocked around me. "Ms. Stark," Lara said. "Mr. Foster's assets including the Brangela, three business district properties, and five percent of Foster Inc.'s outstanding shares have changed hands. As for Ms. Stiles' assets to be transferred, the inventory is expected to be finished soon.""Yeah," I murmured quietly without turning around.In the end, the Brangela that was once my joy, the jewelry Wanda claimed like plundered loot, as well as everything that Wanda and Brandon had once prided themselves with… All of it was now nothing but det

Brandon felt like he had a hand choking him, his mouth staying open but no words coming out.I stared at his pale face without pressing him further or complaining, instead pulling out a document and gently putting it on the tea table.It was a copy of the bet agreement we had signed at the table that night—a black-and-white with signatures of all three parties, and with our respective lawyers bearing witness.Brandon's eyes widened as there was now an inventory list attached to it, clearly listing everything he bet that night: the Brangela, his business properties, and five percent of Foster Inc.'s outstanding shares.There was also his signature, a little scrawly but distinctly his."I-It was just a drunken joke," he said, his voice coarse like sandpaper. "You can't take this seriously—""A joke?" I repeated calmly, cutting him short. "Your lawyer asked you three times if you were sure about this when you signed. Your reply at the time was: 'She's definitely losing. It's no big