Big Spender In A Busted Game Novels & Stories

]" In just five hours, Sebastian had earned over 1.6 million $. Thankfully, Sebastian was a reincarnator; otherwise, he would have probably headed to a nightclub to celebrate. Having experienced his past life, Sebastian viewed this money with composure. He opened the game's official website and placed an order for a gaming cabin. Why wait to spend money when you have it now? In a few years, real-world money would likely depreciate significantly. Sebastian skipped the standard and luxury options and directly selected the top-tier gaming cabin, ordering two of them: one for himself and one for Isabella. Each top-tier gaming cabin cost one million dolla, which Sebastian couldn't afford under no

Master shoved two fingers into me suddenly and I gasped and orgasmed, straining against his hand. "This slave is still hot," Master said, "even after fucking Ed and Rob." He fed me his fingers to clean. "$200," Jerry said. Rob counted his remaining funds. He hadn't spent too much on me last time since he split the cost with Edward, but Edward and Rob had done the worst in the poker game. He knew Jerry had more money than he did, as Jerry had gotten off lightly last time as well, getting Rose for a hundred. It was a question of how much Jerry was willing to spend when he had others to bid on as well.

" I clenched my fists tightly. So, this was the truth. Shayla and Aaron both hailed from the suburbs. One was my closest friend, the other my boyfriend. So, when it came to spending money on them, I never kept count. I belatedly realized that they were merely leeching off me. Since fate had given me a chance to be reborn, I was determined to make them repay every last thing they took from me, a thousand times over. Shayla sneered, "Bella, the only reason I had given Aaron up reluctantly was because your family was slightly better off than mine. "Now that I've won 50 million dollars and achieved financial freedom, what chance do you have against me?

The next morning, Greg woke up earlier than usual. He lay in his large, empty bed in his quiet apartment, staring at the white ceiling. For many years, his morning routine was always the same. He would check the stock market on his phone, put on an expensive suit, drink black coffee, and head straight to the office to work twelve hours. He never thought about love, and he never thought about building a life with someone.

He scratched his head and asked sheepishly, "Boss, do you still have money?" The pocket money her parents gave her before, as well as the money she earned herself, were all invested in the drug research of Southern Mountain Villa... Currently, only the card given by her elder brother is left, with only two billion, which is obviously not enough. "It is said that R Gang was bound to win this time. They have no shortage of money, let alone thirty billion, they can afford three hundred billion..." Once the competition started, she was definitely at a disadvantage. Reuben mentioned this and noticed that the boss's expression had gone beyond ugly. He swallowed and advised, "Boss, the Lucero famil

With what we’d already spent at The Golden Rattle and what we’d just spent buying things for Claire… I knew cars that cost less. I turned back to our loot and started trying to decide which items we could leave and which ones we really needed. “What’s wrong? Why are you stalling?” Gwen asked when she finally noticed my pause. “The total’s a lot. Maybe we should return some of this stuff.” I said under my breath. “Brayden’s going to be mad.” Gwen peered over my shoulder. “What? No. We spent more than this shopping for all the stuff we got for you. And I’m pretty sure Brayden spends a lot more for maintenance on his luxury fleet of cars. Not to talk of the jet.” She explained.

Ace retorted. The guys looked at him. The same look they gave Soldier when he was taking up for Jocelyn. He clenched his jaw. Giving them his own look back. "What's he needing all that money for?" Prez asked. "Gambling. Seems he has a bad addiction and not very lucky at it." Data replied. "So, he's pissing away her farm and inheritance on gambling!" Prez retorted. "Yep." Data and Hacker agreed. "What's going to happen when those that paid for stud fees realize the horse has been sold?" Ace asked.

I was so flustered I could barely breathe, but I couldn't stop now. I pushed the massive, newly won mountain of chips right back onto the felt. "Red 7," I muttered, wiping a bead of sweat from my temple. "All of it." The gamblers around the table gasped. Someone whispered that I was completely insane. To let a massive payout ride on a single number back-to-back wasn't a strategy; it was financial suicide. The dealer’s hand shook slightly as he spun the wheel. The ball clattered against the ridges, cutting through the heavy silence of the pit. It bounced twice, slid past a few black slots, and clicked firmly into place.

"He thinks he's expanding his little empire, but he's too blind to see the parasite bleeding his own ledger dry. He really thought he was the smartest guy in the room." "The third player," Sophia murmured. "The referee," Lina corrected her sharply. "Gabe's running the whole damn game, Soph. He's the one fueling the fire, letting Dominic and Ichiro tear each other's throats out on the pavement. And he's taking ten percent off the top of every property the Japs buy." Sophia looked back at the diverted funds, her jaw dropping. "Ten percent of sixty million... Jesus, Lina. That's millions of dollars in one afternoon."

I mean, I have played this game several thousand times over in my childhood, haven't I? “My apologies lad, you didn’t make the winning numbers.” My body sagged from the weight of his declaration. I got off my ass and without a second glance, I walked away, knowing that I had landed myself in self inflicted trouble. I could have walked away the first time but I was being damn greedy. And now, I have no damn money left on me. Did the freaking universe just mess with me? Now I am broke! Desperate and I need to get a damn job, and I need it fast enough,