The Bet That Ruined Us Novels & Stories

When my family fell into bankruptcy, I sold myself off for 500 million to pay off our debts and became the wife of Zack Landton—a man twelve years older than me. Everyone knew Zack as a lifelong celibate. They called him a pervert who could not get it up. I had already resigned myself to a sexless marriage, but he showed me a world beyond my wildest imagination. He went at it nearly ten times every night, and I cried and begged for him to spare me because it was too much. He spoiled me rotten but had two terms of his own. He forbade me from calling myself his wife, and he prohibited me from going to the monastery he visited every month. He explained, "I want to keep this a secret to prot

Aria turned just as a news anchor appeared onscreen. BREAKING NEWS: Billionaire CEO Lucien Moretti Seen With Mystery Woman Amid Engagement Rumors— Photos filled the screen. Her leaving the SUV. Lucien beside her. Security surrounding them. Her stomach dropped. “Oh my God.” The reporter continued excitedly. “Sources close to the Moretti family claim the billionaire may secretly be involved with an unknown woman believed to have entered his estate late last night…”.Aria stared in horror. “This is insane.” Lucien remained calm beside her. “They’ll speculate until we confirm it.”

To help my student, Stanley Johnson, win the chemistry competition, my fiancee, Yelena Quincy, replaces my experimental materials with a hazardous substance. She leaves me a note. "Hank, you've already won plenty of awards and honors. Stanley's mother only has a few days left, and this is his last chance to fulfill her dying wish. Just let him have this one. "Besides, you're Stanley's advisor. Helping your own student win the championship makes you look good, too. "Once he wins, I'll say yes to your marriage proposal right away, okay?" But she doesn't know that I no longer have a chance to marry her. The hazardous substance causes a massive explosion, and I burn to death along with the

In the seventh year of holding down the Chicago arms trade for Matteo, he finally came back from the Mediterranean. The night the Five Families threw him his coronation ball, I put on my custom gown. I was ready to see the man I had waited seven years for. Right before my entrance, my cousin Vivienne barged into the dressing room. She did our books, and she snatched the head-table nameplate off my table. She looked at me with cold pity. "Camilla, don't embarrass yourself. The seat for the Don's wife was never meant for you." She slammed a yellowed betting slip from a Vegas underground bookmaker onto the table. The wager was a hundred grand. The name on the ticket was Matteo. The betting line

The woman kept prodding. “I wouldn’t really say that.” “It was not a mistake? Betting your own wife?” “I was out of money. She was the only thing I had. I mean she was my wife. I could bet her.” “Did you bring her back? Did you try to?” “I went to that Parker, but why would I get her back when I was getting $40000 for her? The woman was never useful. At least she got me some money.” If only John had not been so stoned, he would have placed a hand on his mouth to stop himself talking.

“It got so bad he didn’t even realize how deep he was in.” “That bad?” “Yeah.” I stare ahead, jaw tight. “He kept convincing himself the next bet would fix everything. That he’d win it all back.” “It never did.” “It never does.” She’s quiet now, listening. “It got worse,” I continue. “He started borrowing money.” “From banks?” A humorless breath leaves me. “No.” I glance at her briefly. “From the wrong people.” A beat. “The kind of people you don’t owe anything.” Silence settles between us as she takes that in.

“He said he could make you get laid with him easily and Robert spoke highly of you, he said you're not easy to get to and he made Robert take out four hundred and fifty thousand dollars. Robert did it with ease, he had such high hopes that you're hard to get, I guess he was wrong... He lost the bet and he paid the four, fifty." I could not believe what I was hearing, it was all a bet?. " Are you sure?." I asked him as I felt my belly churning. “Are you okay?." He asked me pushing his laptop aside and walking over to me, it was the worst and most embarrassing moment of my life as I puked on him. “Oh my gosh." I said in horror as I stared at his feet. “I'm so sorry." I cried *** EMMALINE “Emma

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!”

Leon look at the camera in front of him. "But now that I already know everything, Baby, you didn't lost the bet, you never lost. The bet effectively is only for five years. And the day you started missing is not included to the set date. The bet date started the next day after you leave the campus. I announced the date of being in a relationship exactly the date you started missing. And that is after the five years bet. So Owen Cruz.. We won the bet baby.. I love you."

“Oh it's fucking on,’ he laughed, the sound getting lost in the music. “I used to be a beast, you know.” I loved when men underestimated me and my confidence has skyrocketed since I had Marcus on my side. “Let's have a bet then. If you beat me, you can get something from me,” I said, my voice low, “if I beat you though, you give me five thousand dollars.” KitCrash seemed shocked, but I needed the money. “Deal. I will pick the game.” I shrugged. “Suit yourself.” I could pay off my debt and still have extra change from him. Jennifer smirked at me. “Smart girl,” she mouthed.