He Bet On My Love Then Lost Everything Novels & Stories

But semi-permanently, and he didn’t have a lot of experience at persuading a woman to still be in his bed . " we haven't ." she smiled broadly " ohhh." Loveth heard how she made the sound like she was disappointed and she knew what Betty wanted to hear . If she was still keeping her virginity or not "anyway I lost it ." "Are you kidding me ? That's not true ."Betty said in shock and disbelief. Loveth wondered why it was hard to believe " not Wesley anyway . After the night I disappeared . I don't think you ....." Betty cuts her off as she knew what Loveth was about to say " I saw the news . Your dad sold you off ."

" I'll keep looking for them. " "Thanks." I said pecking him in the lips. He smiled leaving me to willow on my anger. They were both dead. I trusted them to take care of the two people I cared more about in this world than anything. They'd not only betrayed them but me as well and they were going to know it. I picked up another piece of paper. ‘It’s better to love and lose than to not have loved at all. We all knew it wouldn’t last, these just go to prove we were all right that they were just stringing you on until something better came their way and it did my condolences girls. I hope you do something productive with this information.

I SPENT ALL OF THE LOVE I'VE SAVED, WE WERE ALWAYS A LOSING GAME, SMALL TOWN BOY IN A BIG ARCADE, I GOT ADDICTED TO A LOSING GAME, AHHHHHHH..... OHHHHHHH ALL I KNOW, ALL I KNOW, LOVING YOU IS A LOSING GAME. HOW MANY PENNIES IN THE SLOT, GIVING US UP DIDN'T TAKE A LOT, I SAW THE END FORE IT BEGUN, STILL I CARRIED, I CARRIED, I CARRIED ON.

Taking a few steps forward, I focused all my attention on Kierian so he would know that my following words were meant for him. “The day we went to the amusement park, I had already lost any interest in the bet. I felt bad for everything and knew I needed to figure out how to come clean about everything. Since that day, I have already planned to lose the bet. I had fallen in love with you. Things were so messed up, and I didn’t know what to do. The only solution I could come up with was to lose the bet and tell you after I had lost. Which I planned to do that night, which is why I was going to meet you at the Pier after the dance.”

Anderson stopped again, taking deep breaths before he continued, “You know why you will never have Avery? It’s because you don’t know what love is. I never suspected that you’d pay a man to set up a woman you claim to love to tarnish her reputation. And you know the funny thing, Avery was the one who suspected it to be you. It also means that right now, all you’ll ever get from her is hate.” Trent seemed to have been taken aback by those words and before he could utter a word to try to salvage the situation, Anderson asked him, “Did you think that I will hate or let her go because of some stupid pictures? You know what Trent, you are no match for us because the more you try to tear us apart,

Aria He falls silent, still not meeting my gaze. A heavy beat passes, thick with all the things we can never take back. "I loved you," I whisper finally, my heart spasming painfully in my chest as I give voice to the burning truth. "More than I thought it was possible to love someone. You were everything to me - friend, lover, partner, mate. Losing you... it's like losing a vital part of myself. A wound I'll carry with me forever."

His words hung in the air, a heavy indictment, hitting me with the force of a physical blow. He smiled again, that same bitter, broken smile. “See, Damien. I’m right.” His eyes, though still swimming with tears, held a new, frightening clarity. “Damien, do you enjoy seeing me hurt? Did you chase me for months because you made a bet with your ex-girlfriend? Now that you’ve won, you came back to her. Am I really just a bet? Is my love for you that cheap?” My world tilted. A bet? The word echoed in my head, cold and sharp. “A bet?” I stammered, completely shocked. My mind reeled.

“James, please. I can fix this. I can help you clean everything up. I’ll do anything. Just don’t do this.” There was silence on the other end. She could hear his breathing faintly, steady, unhurried. The pause dragged on long enough to make her chest ache. “James,” she whispered again, “please say something. We can get through this. I love you. You know that I did everything for us.” His reply came quietly but without hesitation. “You did everything for yourself. I told you before that this was never real for me. You knew that too. Let it go, Betty. I’m done.”

"We're done. For good." He slapped it out of my hand, and I, running on empty, stumbled to the floor. He just looked down like I was trash. "What's with the attitude? I missed Millie's birthday—she'll have plenty more." My throat tightened. While he'd been off with his lover, Millie was in the ICU, tangled in tubes. And while they held each other, she'd slipped away, leaving nothing but ashes. "There won't be any more birthdays," I said, barely holding back tears.

Travis’s POV I had never lost before. Not in business. Not in life. Not in anything that fucking mattered. And yet I had lost her. It was the only loss that had ever truly destroyed me. But I wasn’t done. I wasn’t giving up. Because if there was one thing I knew, it was that Sophia Moreau was worth every fucking fight I had in me. The flowers were just the beginning. A message. A reminder. A silent way to tell her I was still here.