Ruthless Bet Plus Mga Nobela at Kwento

The Sequel for The Bet is out now, it is called Riptide❤️‼️ As requested it's Brittany's story after Andre❤️‼️ Chapters are already posted❤️‼️ Hope you guys enjoy it❤️‼️ Riptide *Sneak Peak* "It's you" She announced softly "So I did do something?" I asked thinking back, trying to figure out what exactly. "You're doing everything right" She confessed leaving realization to stand in my mind.

he declared, his voice resonating with a mix of confidence and anticipation. Georgina found herself entranced by the scene unfolding before her. It was her first encounter with the game of Poker, and she couldn't help but be captivated by the meticulous arrangement of the table. The dealer expertly positioned the cards, ensuring every detail was in place. A small sign caught her eye, bearing the words "Table minimum bet: five thousand euros." It was a stark reminder of the high stakes involved in this game.

Stammering a little, he said, "Well, you see, the Favonis are collaborating with our modest enterprise to set up these bets." "The three most popular ones… I mean, four," the bookie corrected himself as he glanced at Walter nearby, "are for Jaden Favoni to win in ten strikes, fifty strikes, or a hundred strikes." The bookie was so nervous he completely forgot about the fourth bet started by Walter with a whopping five million dollars, even though he just mentioned it. "Hmm…?" Gene scowled to no surprise, his reaction no different from Walter's. "What about the fourth?"

"So you admit it. You placed a five-figure bet on Westmore winning the championship three days before the puck even dropped." "Thirty grand," Luca said, his voice completely devoid of pride. "I bet thirty thousand dollars. And yeah, I knew exactly what I was doing when I pulled you aside at the bench. I knew you loved me enough to throw the game if I promised to go public. I manipulated you to secure the payout." Hearing him say it out loud—hearing the clinical, calculated reality of his betrayal—was supposed to hurt. But standing there in the heat, looking at the boy who used to be my entire world, I felt absolutely nothing but pity.

"That's $1,200. This is the final bet before we show our cards. You be my sex slave for one day. Twenty four hours. If you win, you get the money. If I win, I get you for twenty four hours and you also get the money. Either way you win. How does that sound?" She was thoroughly insulted. But then again, she was confident her hand would win. Let him have his little fantasy for a few minutes before I clean both of them out, she thought. "Alright. But I want some ground rules first. Boundaries, I guess you call them." He agreed and they spent a few minutes going over just what the final bet would entail. Sure that she would win she was quite generous and gave him just about anything he wanted. T

He answered casually, "I don't need any chips. All I need is one move to win against you. If I win, that man will be mine. His gambling debt will be written off." Hearing his statements, the man across the table grimaced in obvious discontent. Just before he snapped, Caleb spoke again, calmly and deliberately, "If I lose, I'll triple the number of chips in front of you plus the gambling debt this man owes you." This was a risky trade. However, Bert was once again tempted. These chips in front of him were not in small quantities. Bert was a veteran of this casino. He frequently suppressed guests who came here to bet using some of his own means.

Randolph held up his greasy belly and said, “You're not in good condition today. I won't blame you. Let's go.” “No way, Boss!” Pete roared like he was crazy. He had lost his rationale at this time and even yelled at Randolph! “Philip, both of us still have exactly 15 million dollars left for this round. We’ll randomly select a card from a deck and bet on the number of points. We’ll stake everything on it! Do you dare?” He had gone mad from gambling. Philip shook his head, looked at Yolanda standing next to him, and lowered his head before saying a few words in her ear.

Nick started to justify his source of information. “Open your eyes. Los Angeles isn’t Manhattan. You just got some fake news and went around with it. Daxine Wood is still my father but the owner of the club then wasn't my father." She sighed. "This is why I don’t care who you are. I just want something from you. Are you ready to make the deal or not?” Betty stamped her unfinished cigarette with the edge of her boots. It showed how serious she is. Now she wants both Day Club and Eros.

He challenged Larissa, saying, "If you're not up for a bet, just admit it. No need for excuses. "Since I took Quiller Corporation's shares for the bet, you should take Starlight Entertainment's shares too. Do you dare?" Larissa replied helplessly, "Remember, you were the one who wanted to bet with me." In the second round, Larissa won again effortlessly. Xanthus was caught up in the thrill of gambling. "One more time!" After each defeat, he continued to demand another round.

It felt so good to challenge Beta Raphael. “No matter how the Alpha defends you, you can not come between us. From the moment I saw you, I knew you were a gold digger, an opportunist, a leech.” My brows shot up in surprise as he kept hurling insults at me nonstop. There was no point fighting since I knew he was just looking for excuses to make the Alpha fire me. He could run a check on me if he wanted to, I knew there was no skeleton in my cupboard. I was clean.