The Bet That Ruined Us Novels & Stories

I said quietly and picked up my father's pistol on the table. My hands were shaking, but I maintained my stance. I raised my gaze to Salvatore and spoke loudly. “If I win, I get all ten grand from each of you. That makes it seventy thousand.” “And if you lose?” He asked. “You have me as your slave until I pay everything in full of course,” I said. Considering we were in Italy. I was betting way higher than I could afford. And the bet was in dollars. Salvatore looked at my father then at me, before smiling wickedly. “Deal.”

Abigail shouted. She had someone to open a box. "I fixed your suit. At least take a look!" I glanced at it briefly. The torn areas of the suit had been mended with gold thread, but the once-refined design was completely ruined and looked gaudy. "I already said that I don't want it. No matter how much I once liked something, once it's damaged, it's ruined," I said. I looked at her coldly. "Abigail, I don't love you anymore. I'm Grace's fiance. Please show some respect from now on."

"I'm trying to—" "Trying to what? Explain?" She turned to face him fully now, all four-foot-eleven of her radiating more authority than most CEOs he knew. "You think explaining fixes what you broke, boy? You think 'I'm sorry' puts back together a heart you shattered for a BET?" "I called off the bet, Grandma. Before anything serious happened between us. I fell in love with her—" "And yet she still got hurt!" Madonna's voice rose. "Still got humiliated in front of the entire campus. Still lost everything that mattered to her. So clearly, calling off the bet wasn't enough, was it?"

he repeated, his voice shallow, deep, dangerous. “You forget I could change my mind,” Mr. White challenged, testing him. It was like pouring water over a duck’s back Riven was not easily moved. “You know me very well, Mr. White. I don’t think twice before destroying someone completely. I make sure. You could lose everything and when I say everything, I mean every single penny. You will have nothing. You’ll end up a poor man begging on the streets with your daughters weak and ruined. I’ll make sure I send them to mental hospitals — especially the mute, cursed one,” he mocked, and Mr. White was cut short.

"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.

“Perhaps you haven’t seen my proposal or heard about my track record—” “I’ve already heard enough about you, including the fact that you still owe me money,” Richard cut him off without hesitation. “Including your gambling habit that never seems to disappear.” Betran’s face immediately flushed red, caught between embarrassment and fury. Aurora bit her lower lip, while Aneta could only lower her head silently, clutching the edge of her house dress tightly. “What do you mean by insulting me like this?” Betran asked, his voice beginning to rise. Richard stared directly at the man, as though he could see straight into the black hole inside Betran’s heart. “I’m only being realistic. I’m not going

My fiancé, Cameron Weller, is fiercely competitive, and he won't give an inch, not even in our relationship. When we went hiking and I was gasping for breath, he didn't offer me a hand. He challenged me to a race to the summit instead. Even in the middle of one of our standoffs, when acute gastroenteritis left me doubled over and barely conscious, he wouldn't take me to the hospital until I admitted I'd lost. Then, at our pre-wedding party, someone suggested rock-paper-scissors, with a flick to the forehead for every loss. The last one standing would get a wish. Cameron beat everyone in the room. He flicked me three times, no differently than anyone else. But when it was my best friend

He shouldn’t have just lied and told me that he’ll date Cassie. Martini won the set and the audience became wild again with their bets and gambles. Some were screaming as they won, but most of them were whining. “What the f*ck is wrong with you Jada Turner?!” A voice of a familiar man echoed again above all the noise. He was the man earlier. “I have five hundred thousand bets on you! Why did you lose?!” He exclaimed and when our eyes met, he was furious. “It’s a game. One will win, and the other will lose.” I replied coldly and removed my gaze at him as I turn my back. Seems like I’ll be walking back to the condo now. I don’t have any penny to take a cab.

“Her brother, Ricardo and I were great friends and had made a grand bet. And I mean it when I say grand because the money involved was enormous and there was quite a crowd. It was a hushed event held hours before daylight. To me, that money wouldn’t have been an issue to lose, but I should’ve known it mattered to him because I really wasn’t aware of their financial issues going on then. He had a large ego, you see? Didn’t believe in asking for loans. He didn’t want to be indebted to anyone and I guess it was in his own right to do so. I admired it, too, but I really wouldn’t have minded helping out without receiving anything in return. I loved him like a brother.” The dread settled in my sto

He emptied his wallet at the table, leaving less than a dollar as a tip. Just before he dropped Nancy at her place he got news of a touchdown early in the fourth quarter by the wrong team; he was visibly upset and even more frantic to get home. She deduced that at halftime he thought he would win his bet, but with another score things had turned from bad to worse. "Why is losing a small friendly bet such a big deal?" she asked. He pretended not to hear her question. Eventually the second half comeback fell short, but in garbage time the losers managed to beat the spread and clawed to within 2 points when the other team iced the ball so time ran out. She did not know how much Getty had lost,