Ruthless Bet Plus Novels & Stories

Ruth muttered and looked at me with worried eyes. "What's wrong, Ruth?" I asked and looked at Ruth curiously. Ruth herself didn't immediately answer what I said there, and instead looked at Beta Rogue who was still standing in the room waiting for Ruth. Beta Rogue who might have understood the meaning of the look in both eyes given by Ruth immediately sighed. "I'll be waiting up front. Together with the others. If... only you needed anything. Just call me, okay?” Beta Rogue muttered and explained to Ruth instantly. Ruth herself just nodded her head in a slow motion. After that, Beta Rogue came out of the room and closed the door in an instant. And I myself immediately looked confused right a

I refuted adamantly. “Beta Raphael is as deadly as a viper. He will ruin you!”

It’s really her. “We are starting this bet at fifty thousand,” the spokesperson stated with a chuckle, making her squint at him. My fists tightened at my sides as I heard the other asšholes throw a few numbers out. My mind was running wild, but I knew I had to try. I came here for her after all. I raised my now bent paddle and placed my bet, making the man on stage tilt his head and smirk my way. “Two hundred thousand—going one, going twice!”

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.

The people here, I don’t think they had a soul, blinded by greed and blood and pain. I had to play a part, a spectator that was here to place bets. I nodded, allowing him to show me the way. He hands over an iPad with a long list of fights taking place until 3am. “Select the box and then the person you are betting on, payouts will be at the checkout cubicle on your left, or you could enter your account details if you prefer direct pay.” Aimlessly following his lead and betting on two random people. “Who created Nightwolf? I’ve never seen something so extraordinary before.”