روايات وقصص ضمن He Bet On My Love Then Lost Everything

One that beats for you alone. I loved you then, I love you now, and I will love you in every tomorrow that finds us. Shamelessly, L.S

he said, “the result is the same. Nothing stays the same forever.” “No!” I murmured, shaking my head. “You loved something,” he continued, “and because of that… you lost control.” “In this world, Hau,” he added, tapping his cane on the floor, “anything you love becomes a liability.” My throat tightened, and tears kept rolling from my eyes. “People betray. Things disappear. Feelings change,” he said flatly. “If you want to win…you don’t love.” I said nothing. Because deep down… I finally understood what he meant.

“Of losing everything.” His lips parted slightly. “And what about me, Vivian?” he asked. The question shattered something inside me. “I never wanted to hurt you,” I whispered. “But you did.” Silence. Heavy. Crushing. Unbearable. He closed the file slowly. The sound echoed in the room like a final decision. “I trusted you,” he said. My legs trembled. “I trusted you more than anyone.” Tears rolled down my cheeks freely now. “I love you,” I repeated, my voice breaking. “Everything became real. You became real. My feelings were never fake.”

"Because even if every word you just said is true—even if you called off the bet, even if you didn't post the video, even if you really loved me—you still made the bet in the first place. That's the original sin, Grayson. That's the thing you can never take back. You looked at me and saw a challenge. A conquest. A game to be won. And that—that destroyed everything that came after." "I was twenty-two and stupid—" "And I was nineteen and in love." She finally turned, met his eyes one last time. "And that's the difference. I loved you from the beginning. Genuinely. Completely. With no games, no ulterior motives, no bets with friends. Just love. And you—you had to fall into it. Had to be surpris

It was beautiful and meaningless—just like everything he got for me. ​Our fifth anniversary was in three days. Half a decade of being married to someone who wouldn't give a shit if I died today. ​I felt a strangely terrifying calm crashing over me. I wasn't angry anymore. That was the scary part. The fire of my love for him, which had burned since I was sixteen years old, was finally running out of oxygen. I was tired of it all. ​I leaned in, my voice was steady for the first time that night. "Jamie?"

“I know your marriage with Mr. Carter is a scam. Don't play with my intelligence. There's no way that man is genuinely in love with you after the way you treated him.” My heart broke, because it was true. But I refused to Leon know he was right. “What do you even know about love, Leon? You're just a selfish, cocky, bloodsucking viper who has nothing in his heart but venom!” His gaze darkened. “Watch your mouth.” I held contact with his eyes. “You can't make me.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the veranda–a much quieter place. “Leave me alone!” I snapped when we got there, pulling myself from his grip. “You don't get to hold me like that again!”

Knew this was real. "I wrote vows." Carter pulled out paper with shaking hands. "Grace, four years ago I made a bet that destroyed us. Today I'm making a different kind of bet. I'm betting that choosing you every single day for the rest of my life will be the best decision I ever make. I'm betting that loving you honestly is better than performing love perfectly. I'm betting that our messy real family is worth more than any perfect fake one. Grace Monroe, I choose you. Today and every day. That's my vow."

My fiancé, Cameron Weller, is fiercely competitive, and he won't give an inch, not even in our relationship. When we went hiking and I was gasping for breath, he didn't offer me a hand. He challenged me to a race to the summit instead. Even in the middle of one of our standoffs, when acute gastroenteritis left me doubled over and barely conscious, he wouldn't take me to the hospital until I admitted I'd lost. Then, at our pre-wedding party, someone suggested rock-paper-scissors, with a flick to the forehead for every loss. The last one standing would get a wish. Cameron beat everyone in the room. He flicked me three times, no differently than anyone else. But when it was my best friend

Ever since my best friend, Aurelia Westbrook, moved in next door, my boyfriend, Xavier Whitmore, couldn’t stop complaining about her. “She’s so completely useless,” he’d scoff. “If she doesn’t know how to cook, she should just order takeout. If she can’t figure out the washing machine, she should take her clothes to the dry cleaner. Why does she have to keep bothering you all the time?” I smiled and tried to explain. “Aurelia’s family went bankrupt. Her mother had to let all the household staff go. Normally, she doesn’t know how to do these things yet.” Xavier still wasn’t convinced. He started making bets with me every single day. “I bet that woman cuts her finger trying to cook again.”

Ten days before I was supposed to marry my mafia fiancé, Edoardo Marino, my best friend Ambra Costa suddenly called me. "Valentina, which church are you getting married at, the one in Sicily or the one by Lake Como?" I frowned. "You already knew that. The one in Sicily. Why?" The moment the words left my mouth, Ambra burst into laughter. "I knew it! I told you she still hadn't found out! Victory is mine, Edoardo!" Before I could process what she meant, a man's low laugh came through the speaker. "You really are clueless, Valentina! How could you not even know where your wedding is when you're about to be my bride?" Edoardo's voice was teasing, almost affectionate."If you still want our weddi