Novel & Cerita Ruthless Bet Plus

His jaw was tight, irritation flickering just beneath that immaculate control. “…do you play for real money?” I asked carefully. Caleb grinned. “Twenty-five K buy-in.” My eyebrows shot up. “Each?” “And,” Lemar added, clearly enjoying himself, “winner gets to borrow any car from the first person out. Full access for a month.” He smirked. My eyes must have been the size of golf balls. I whistled softly. “That’s… intense.” Adriano folded his arms. “Which is why she’s not playing.”

“As per usual, Nameless belongs to team Red. Bets for this fight would start at fifty golden coins-“ A simultaneous roar of boos and groans were heard from all around. The man chuckles, tapping on the microphone again to get everyone’s attention. “I’m sorry, I know it’s a lot. Yet, you have to admit, it’s going to be worth every single coin! Had Nameless ever given you a show that isn’t amazing? As I was saying, bets would start at fifty golden coins. Approach the nearest Marshall, for new bettors – they’re the people wearing black arm bands and give them your coins and place your bets.”

“I came here today to talk about this, but he’s too busy to meet me. Lockton Corporation belongs to my family, so it’s only logical for me to want its companies. He’ll have to forgive me for wanting to buy them. I believe he’ll be able to understand my reasoning and won’t hold it against a nobody like me.” Abel coolly gave her a reminder. “I thought you said he has a few screws loose in his head and is a bald, single man, who only cares about profit?” Ruth had lost her rationality from anger earlier, and it was only at this moment that she realized that Abel belonged to Grand Empire, and she had just cursed at his boss. She also needed his help… Her smile gained a flattering edge. “Those wer

He was looking at the screen with the expression she had come to recognise as the outer casing of something larger — the controlled surface of a man processing something that would take longer than this moment to fully arrive at. "He gave me a target," Adrian said. "And made sure the target was simple enough and distant enough that you'd never look past it." "A twenty-one-year-old volunteer with no connections to the deal, no financial interest, no motive beyond following procedure." He said it with a flatness that was not calm but was its own kind of controlled. "Someone I couldn't argue with. Someone whose guilt I could be certain of because the alternative — the internal version, the vers

“He’s far from getting a boner.” “Really?” He nodded. “Alright.” I pursed my lips. “I bet I could turn you on.” His brow furrowed. He seemed perplexed and unsure if I had said that. “Come on, let’s bet!” I said. “Bet? That you could turn me on?” I nodded. “What would I get in this bet?” “A boner.” He laughed. “Only if you could turn me on, Miss. “I don’t believe you can.” “Why because I’m chubby?”

I staggered the moment she said those words to me as painful memories hit me and I clenched my fists as I stared at her. How could she use such words against me? How could she say I was insensitive? I wouldn’t let her go for this. I’d being so easy on her for so long, not exerting my rights as her dominant and always losing the ruthless wolf in me when I was around her but with these words of hers, I wouldn’t let it go. I had made up my mind, I would no longer be the nice beta I found myself being around her, I would be the ruthless beta I was around everyone else.

River held his arms out and said, “Forget defeating our Supreme Club. In my opinion, you won’t even be able to pass the qualifiers.” Levant said, “Really? Why don’t we make a bet?” “Okay, what do you want to wager?” “Let’s bet on our faces.” “What?” River was stunned for a while. He did not understand it. Levant said, “Whoever loses lets the other person slap him on the face. It’s easy, isn’t it?” River chuckled. “It’s so simple that I immediately understood it. In that case, there’s nothing else to talk about. Let’s bet our faces. I’ll just stand here and wait for you to come here after you lose. Then I can slap you in the face.”

He stood up from his seat, pulled out his phone, and asked for her banking details. Within a few seconds, Spirit's phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out and looked at the screen. Her eyes widened slightly at the receipt. “A thousand dollars?" Spirit looked up at him. "The bet was five hundred." “Think of it as a bonus," Chris said, leaning back comfortably. “You’re the first person to ever beat us in this game. We really didn't want you to win, but what you just did was phenomenal. I like to reward smart people. You earned it."

I once believed meeting Charles was the final ray of comfort in my life. A sightless man and a terminally ill woman, leaning on each other to find warmth in the dark. I gave up chemotherapy, pushing through cancer pain to work, all just to leave behind every cent I had for my "blind" boyfriend and our unborn baby. I even signed an organ donor form, hoping that after my death, my eyes could finally bring him light. That belief shattered when I saw a photo in the hospital director's office. There he was, surfing under the bright sun. His eyes shone, with an arm wrapped around an heiress dripping in multi-million-dollar jewels. It turns out our whole love story was nothing more than a rich

She paused. "Win, you get two thousand plus twenty percent of betting proceeds. Lose, you get medical expenses covered, a chance to try again later." Two thousand dollars. For one fight. More than double what the Pit had paid. "Who's the opponent?" "Calls himself Razor. Beta-level, been with us for six months, twelve wins and four losses." Lena's smile was sharp. "He's good, not great. Perfect test for a newcomer. Of course, if you'd prefer to start with something easier."