Ruthless Bet Plus Novels & Stories

My breath comes out shaky. I force myself to glance at the phone in my hand. The site looks like it was built in the shadows—dark background, bold red names, icons flashing like they’re breathing. The two fighters are listed with codenames: Red Reaper and Goliath. Beneath their names, odds glow in bright numbers—Red Reaper: -180, Goliath: +220. The slimmer man, Reaper, has better odds. A favorite. Fast. Deadly. And it’s the bulkier one, Goliath—who looks like he could crush a skull with one swing—that is surprisingly the underdog. Next to their names, there’s a pulsing red button that says PLACE BET—$100,000.

"Either way, we own the debt. We win." At the low-limit table in the back, the packless wolf places her next bet on Callum Brennan's coalition at seven to one. She has been losing all evening. She does not change her bet.

After he said that, he was afraid that Fane would see right through his ruse, so he quickly changed the topic, “Cut the crap, punk. Are we still playing? We’ll play one billion bucks per round for ten rounds. And you can’t just give up halfway. For example, you can’t say that you want to withdraw after you lose one round. Withdrawing means that you automatically give up on the remaining nine rounds, and you’ll still have to pay me ten billion bucks. Got it?” “It–it’s so obvious that you’re bullying Fane because he’s new at this!” Sharon was so angry that she stamped her foot against the ground. Leo was really a b*stard. They were putting a bet of ten billion bucks—ten whole billion bucks. It

" I asked incredulously. "Yes, that Jean Russell. His father, Christian Russell, owns a chain of high-end schools and real estate. Marcus himself is a self-made billionaire, as he owns Ria Games," she explained, leaving me gaping in disbelief. "Ria Games? That's the most popular game of the century," I said in surprise. "Well, it turns out he's not some mysterious man after all. He's a rich young playboy who's also breathtakingly handsome. I wonder what made him step up to save you," she mused.

I throw a question at him and he smirks, clearing the table as he places the card between us. “We play the first round for free, as a casual formality. From the second round I want you to bet 50 million. The rules are simple: If any of us pulls a straight flush, royal flush or has the card with the highest or biggest number. One of us wins. Simple, right?” “50 million?” I raised an eyebrow at him, tasting the small amount of money on the tip of my tongue. I’m almost laughing at myself at the ridiculousness of this guy and how someone like him should even have a connection with my mate.

"But I'm afraid you don't have enough chips yet." Brent chimed in haughtily, "He's loaded with cash. Show us the way." Noticing that Brent was another prey swimming in cash, Cameron deemed that it was his lucky day today. He led Brent the way to exchange chips worth three million dollars. Then, Cameron led the group downstairs. The farther they went, the fewer people they saw. It was safe to say that the game would be more confidential and come with bigger bets. Brent reminded Cameron, "There are no surveillance cameras, right? Small bets can be seen as entertainment, but my friend here might be crippled if his grandfather finds out that it's a huge bet."

Had I told her of my plans, things wouldn't have escalated this bad, but I was trying to act smug, so she will praise me for my wisdom when I finally expose Pearl. I switched my laptop on and tried to get everything ready for the meeting. I had Mary prepare a good contract for them to look over. Debris Entertainment is one of the sort-out media companies. In the past three years, it has managed to rise and avoid its counterparts. Before then, the company went almost bankrupt and lost all its top shareholders. But it came back with a bag three years ago, and since then, businessmen have bent vying to sign contracts with them. According to the information I got, they only signed with a few out

I rubbed a hand over my face and let out a bitter laugh. Kai had no idea. No one did. To the world, I was Jackson, the loyal Beta, the second in command, the friend who stood beside Kai through every battle and every loss. But the truth? If I ever let myself be what I really was, I wouldn’t be his Beta. I would be his rival. Which was why I kept myself weak. Low. Controlled. My mother’s concoctions suppressed the Alpha blood in me, suppressed the witch magic in my veins, suppressed the instincts that wanted to rise and claim

The words on the page did not blur, no matter how many times I blinked. _MATCH CONFIRMED: SUITABLE FOR INTEGRATION._ My heart pounded against my ribs, like a wild animal trying to escape. Three months ago. He had been tracking my debts, my location, the exact failing beat of my brother’s heart, long before he ever walked into that hospital room with a contract in his gloved hand. The desperate deal I thought I made to save Ethan was not a twisted stroke of luck.

“I have news.” “That doesn’t sound promising.” “It isn’t.” I hand her a glass of water and sit across from her. “What did you find?” I ask, curious She inhale and then exhale “The gala.” My stomach tightens. “What about it?” i asked, dropping my own glass of water “It’s huge.” “I know.” “No,” she says, shaking her head. “You don’t.” She pulls out her phone and shows me an article. “Julian’s company is announcing a new global partnership.”