Novel & Cerita Novel What Happens In Vegas

she confirms with a smirk. A city filled with booze, horny men, and enough poor decisions to fuel a season of reality TV. A perfect one-day holiday of debauchery… right before I chain myself into matrimony. For the first time in twenty-four years, I’m about to do something without my parents’ knowledge and the thrill of rebellion tastes sweeter than any champagne. The flight to Vegas is long and cramped, but excitement pumps through my veins like caffeine. I barely sit still. I keep bouncing my leg until Rosa snaps at me.

What did I do? I shot up in bed, clutching the silk sheets to my chest. Panic surged through my veins as I took in my surroundings. A lavish hotel suite—marble floors, high ceilings, modern art pieces decorating the walls. I wasn’t in my tiny apartment in New York. I was in Vegas. And then I saw it. A diamond ring. Glinting on my finger. My breath hitched. No. No, no, no. This can’t be happening. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying desperately to piece together the fragments of last night. The casino, the flashing lights, the endless supply of drinks…

I cannot stay in a place he owns while I investigate him. Vegas is breathtaking and lively. Just like in the movies. Staring at all the colorful buildings as we pass by. The cab driver is friendly and can tell it is my first time here. He starts telling me where to find nice and cheap food to eat and what casino to visit and which to stay clear off. The reporter in me starts to pry into business I don’t belong. Questioning about all the back door stuff and sketchy stuff going on. The poor driver doesn't know how to answer me and keeps saying I don’t know why, are you a cop? "What about Lenkov?" I finally ask. A concern frown spreads on his forehead.

Alex’s POV I hate Vegas but somehow I am always in the heart of the city for one business meeting or the other. The thing about Vegas is, it always smells like desperation. Cheap perfume, stale whiskey, and the electric hum of bad decisions waiting to happen. I should be used to it by now, from the relentless noise, the synthetic glitz, the way time folds in on itself when you’re drowning in too many flashing lights down to the hollow promises. But here I am again, standing in a room full of overeager tech bros and recycled sales pitches, nursing a drink I don’t want and counting the hours until I can get the hell out of here. All while keeping a neutral face of course

Prologue: Neon Veins Zacian POV The penthouse perched like a crown atop the Bellagio, its glass walls framing the Vegas sprawl below. It was a glittering beast pulsing with stolen light. I stood at the edge, hands braced on the cool rail, feeling the city's heartbeat thrumming up through the soles of my polished loafers. Neon veins snaked through the dark, marking the Strip's eternal carnival, a river of vice where fortunes flipped like cards in a rigged deck.

The strippers dressed eventually, winking and slipping out with tips and numbers exchanged. Dawn crept in through the curtains, the city humming below. I lay there, sore and spent, Mark's ring heavy on my finger. Guilt twisted in my gut, what had I done? But as I stared at the ceiling, a sly smile tugged my lips. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... right?

But, all that is to be decided tomorrow. We board the plane next morning, pretending nothing happened last night, because to me, nothing happened. It was a cheap advance. I get that alot. For one thing, I'm glad she isn't threatening me with a gun. I take a short nap and the next time I open my eyes, we've arrived Vegas. “What's the plan again,” I ask, as we hail a cab, off to where Sarah might be. “Not to get killed basically. I find Maria. You cover me.”

aloud. "We'll take care of it tonight," Camila responds firmly, meeting my eyes with a reassuring nod. I furrow my brows. "This late at night?" "Trust me, Vanessa," she says with confidence, smirking. "Diego's not the only one with money and power. He may run Nevada, but New York is my city." ———————————————- I lie down on a cot in the middle of Dr. Kirby's basement at 5am. It's set up exactly like a doctor's office, which creeps me the fuck out, but Camila assured me that I won't wake up with any of my organs missing.

“By the way, I almost forgot, you still haven’t answered my question earlier. Do you want to have sex with me, Evelyn?” He leaned back in his seat just in time for the wheels of the jet hit the land. A ghost of a smile appeared on his lips as my mouth dropped in disbelief at what he had just said. And finally, we were now in Vegas.

The thought alone gets my body rattling from cold fear. My heart's been stuck in my throat ever since I got into that cab. Or that car. Tears roll down my cheeks. My body trembles with more cries. I could have stayed in California. I shouldn't have listened to that bitch and come all the way here to Vegas. If I had listened to Pippa, at least I'd be in my bed right now, dealing with a normal heartbreak, and nobody would be screaming in my face threatening to gangrape me for a crime I didn't even commit.