Novel & Cerita Gambling Destroyed My Life

After a long hesitation, Dante spoke, "Mom, I'm in debt for 50 million dollars from gambling. If I don't take control of the company and get the money, I'm done for!" "What? You have a 50 million dollar debt because of gambling?" Crystal almost fainted, collapsing into a garden chair as she clutched her chest. "Mom, Mom… are you okay?" Dante quickly stood and tried to support her. Crystal looked at Dante with disappointment, then slapped him across the face. "You ungrateful son! How could you do this?" "Mom, I had no choice! I was winning a few million, but then I lost it all. I just wanted to win back my losses, but it kept getting worse.

But once he lost, in such a situation where he was unprepared, the ending would always be death. It was normal to lose, but winning would make people fascinated by this kind of pleasure. Gambling money was enough to make people lose all their money. This kind of life-and-death thing would obviously make people lose all their money. Take Samuel for example. Even if he had all kinds of skills now, once he was addicted to it and relied on Formless Divine Skill to gamble all day long, there was a chance that one day he would fail in a ditch and fall into a miserable situation of being annihilated.

Behind me, my wife, Helen Grace caught up, shouting at my back, her voice filled with fury. "Nathan Wesley, get your ass back here! Stop gambling! Do you hear me?!" That scene… It was exactly the same as in my previous life. From that very day onward, everything fell apart. My life, my marriage. It ended in complete ruin. After that game, I would have been ten million dollars in gambling debt. Helen would take our son, Danny Wesley, and leave, determined to divorce me no matter what. "Nathan, I begged you not to gamble, but you insisted on throwing away everything we have! You've made my life miserable, being stuck with a gambler like you! I'm divorcing you."

“Mrs Arwen, I'm going to tell you things about your darling husband that you don't know about. For now, he's degenerate gambler that drained your fortune as well as your savings, all to satisfy his addiction.” “He reached out to my father for help and like a good businessman, he obliged but now, your husband is refusing to pay back.” Mr Hayes explained, saying things that had me looking to my Dad in disbelief. “As if that's not bad enough, he connived with someone to have my parents killed and they would have gotten away with it if I didn't figure out what they did. There… you're all caught up…” At this point, my Mom was shaking so badly. I didn't know if it was from fear or anxiety but she

My moves, my grip, my soft gaze was all to infuriate the one person standing at a distance watching us. It was just how I felt when, after many years of searching for her, I found her married to him with no memories of me. I'd left, enraged and only returned to strike at the right time. She might have lost her memories of those years but I don't intend to let her go again. As the music slowly came to an end, I caught the frustrated look on Damien's face from the corner of my eyes. He took everything away from me. My mother. My chance of having a perfect family. And even the only woman I love.

I waited for grief to come. I waited for sadness. I waited for something. Nothing came. "How did it happen?" I asked quietly. Vincenzo answered without changing his expression. "He owed large gambling debts to several underground groups in the city. They came to collect what he owed. He ended up falling from a building." I absorbed his words slowly. Neil Dawson had spent his life destroying other people because of greed, gambling, and money. In the end, those same things destroyed him. There was something almost complete about it, as though his life had finally reached the ending it had always been moving toward.

"Mom, both of us were reborn. In the last life, Dad got rich from redevelopment and became a millionaire! He must’ve stolen my luck and deliberately let me go with Dad this time. He’s trying to kill me!" Mom couldn’t make sense of any of it. She thought he had been beaten senseless. But I knew that he had broken. The brutal contrast of reality had shattered him. "Mathias." I slowly walked down the stairs until I stood in front of him. "Do you really think Dad quit gambling on his own?" Mathias froze. "What else could it be?" "I paid for it with my life." I looked him straight in the eyes, speaking each word clearly. "Before I started working, I was diagnosed with late-stage brain cancer.

I couldn't understand how a male of his cycles could be so blind to the way the world worked. He burst into a fit of jagged sobs. "Brooke, I’m drowning here. Please! Fine, I’ll tell you the truth. Before I came back to the den, I lost big in the gambling pits. My creditors are closing in. I don't have enough to pay the blood-tax. If I don't settle the debt, they’re going to end me!"

In the past, he was involved in that game of chance seven days a week. “Gambling? Albert Blair, are you trying to kill yourself? Do you know how much debt you are carrying? You are so defiant that you still play these games now? You want me and our kid to get kicked out of this house, right? You want us to lose everything for you to be satisfied, right?”

Because of that he then decided to take out a number of loans with very high bank interest. He gambled every day, all day, until all his money ran out. He has not won any of the victories. Every day it gets worse and worse. His wife, who could not stand his attitude, decided to return to her parents' house. And their relationship since then has been shattered. He had lost his family on a day when he was really down. In an instant his happy life fell apart. It was all because of his greed and because of his fucking ex-friend. He had disappeared with all his money and left him with only a pile of debts that were increasing day by day.