Big Spender In A Busted Game Novels & Stories

"Mable, are you done making a scene?" He stepped forward, shielding me behind him protectively, his gaze sharp as a blade. "I pretended to be poor back then simply to test how sincere you were. And what happened? The moment you thought I was disabled and broke, you broke up with me without the slightest hesitation, terrified I'd become a burden. "Now that you know I have some money, you want to come crawling back? Don't you think that makes you a little too pathetic?" Mable's face flushed red, then paled at his words. She opened her mouth, but not a single word came out.

Those stares were thick with scorn, mockery, and the hungry gleam of people watching a spectacular fall. Julian's breathing turned ragged and violent. He charged forward, his hands clamping down on the table's edge, his knuckles white from the pressure. "Lily... no, Miss Holloway. Let me explain." His voice was raw, scraped hollow. He tried to reach for me, but Pemberton stepped forward and blocked him. "Explain what?" I looked at him, cold. "That for three years you ate the bread I bought with my life while you blew two point three million dollars at The Grand Pavilion? Or would you rather explain that left leg of yours -- the one that was never broken?"

Leo wheeled, looked at his friend who was standing behind him, and commanded, “Bring me a bottle of mineral water! It’s so f*cking warm here. Dammit!” The young man’s forehead puckered, he could easily sense that panic was surging through Leo. When it was a one billion bet per game and one tiny mistake would cost a billion bucks, who would not be in a swivet? After all, the Turner family was merely a third-class family and they did not own many properties and assets. If Leo continued to lose today, his five billion bucks credit balance would not be able to pay up the loss. The young man quickly grabbed a bottle of water and tossed it to Leo. Leo twisted it open and gulped it down.

The initial smiles and confidence on some of the players' faces were replaced by regrets and suppressed rage. Five players had already lost good sums of money and quickly called in a fold as the stakes were now too high. The other five remaining players had an air of confidence that each of them would win the game and clear the board. Some binds and exchanges were made with Maximus transferring his remaining chips worth fourteen million dollars to his genius girlfriend before stepping down from the game.

From the corner of my eyes, I find Elliot smirking at me, telling me to play the sick game of his. "300 thousand." Having my heart on my sleeves, I speak. "500 thousand dollars." Elliot joins me in the game, making me scared of my impulsive decision. But I can't back down now. "700 thousand." I say, my confidence is decreasing significantly. "1 million." Elliot says, making my breath hitch. Is he so power hungry that he is willing to spend so much on a mere painting? That's too much. I let him win the bidding, not willing to play this silly game anymore.

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If they work their whole life, their income wouldn't be enough to buy a bottle of any wine and he is asking her to break it just like that. All these drinks are more than 500 million dollars and he spent such a huge amount of fun. What type of game is it... Because of his emotionless face, nobody knew what he was thinking, not even his assistant knew that his boss was heartless, so he was not expecting any form of Marcy from him.... Clara was puzzled, how could she bear to break something this expensive in the name of a game. She turned to Tony for help but he gave her the go ahead look.

I knew I had pushed so much money within a month but then, I had the perfect lie to it, I had different samples that looked alike and the prices varied respectively so it wouldn't be a bad lie to use it as a coverage for the time being so that he doesn't start checkmating me. "You have overspent and if things continues like this, then I think we are going to end up getting bankrupt which isn't good when it comes to the market. We have so many competitors and you think expansion right now is the best?? Oh damn you!! Darwin, darn it." He cursed as he looked at me. He returned back to the swivel chair as he relapsed on it, swiveling it around as he looked up like he was thinking something, maki

Mia questioned anxiously and she nods impatiently, they drink the liquor in one gulp and proceed to the bustling round table. Amber at the first round, bet with small cash and the players mock her annoyingly but before a blink of an eye, almost half of the players went bankruptcy during the game as their money were given to Amber, she continues playing confidently while Mia encourage her endlessly. The players mutters sadly to themselves. "You always do!" Mia cheer happily on seeing the heap of cash on her desk. "Mr. Liam is here!" Another strong player has arrived making the players to back out gradually, Amber turns around wondering why the players were pulling out.

“What reason did you have to beat around the bush? I don’t understand you, Matthew. What were you waiting for?” He refused to meet my gaze again, staring instead at a paperweight on my desk. “Yeah, I messed up. I’m sorry about that. I just… I didn’t know how to tell you without making a mess. But look, what are you going to do now? That girl is a gold digger, Hayes. She’s playing a game for your money.”