The Bet That Ruined Us Novels & Stories

Ready whenever you are, baby. Trust me, that was all Vincent needed to devour me whole… and to think that this was the first of many nights like this as a married couple… I failed to ruin my billionaire ex-husband as promised, because he ruined me instead. THE END.

The disappointment oozed through every word she said in response. “Only two-hundred-ish?” she scoffed. “You used to bring in ten times that! What in heavens is happening with you?” “That’s not my fault, alright?!” he said. “There’s a gods-damned ape that’s been messing with the odds. “ “Messing with the odds? What? Is the human cheating or hacking or something?” “No, no, nothing like that! It just… keeps winning matches stacked against it! I keep losing the surest bets! I sunk a thousand into a Reborn, and the ape took it to town! Just like that!”

—would make her famous and win Lucas back. But there was no mistress. Just a burned reputation, a vanished fanbase, and the total loss of her most powerful asset: her fiancé and his family. Any dream of becoming a Mafia Donna was now dust. Of course Betty couldn't accept it. But what she really couldn't accept… was still coming. My men had gone through the wreckage of my home, item by item. When the final tally landed, it sent a shockwave through the whole group. Ten million dollars. The moment that number hit the air, the girls broke into a panicked murmur.

At this point, since I already walked like a cripple, I might as well earn a little sympathy from it. The phone rang suddenly. The number on the screen meant nothing to me. For one brief second I wondered whether Bobby had somehow tracked me down. But I should have known better. Ruiz. “You disappoint me, Billionaire Harrison,” he growled the moment I answered. His voice sounded thick with gravel and cigarette smoke. “I took you for the type who’d stroll into the nearest station flanked by lawyers and public-relations consultants.” “Sorry to let you down,” I replied. “I lost twenty quid because of you.” He snorted. “Still, we’ve opened a fresh betting pool now. Everyone’s wagering on whether

"To be quick, because I don't want to waste our time, I made a bet. Sadly, I lost. A few hours ago, I asked you to send me the money to pay it off. But you thought you were smart. You refused to send it. So, I had no choice but to put my dear daughter up as the payment for my loss." His words hit me like a bolt of lightning. It felt like someone had thrown ice water over my whole body. The phone shook in my hand. It almost fell. I don't know how I stayed standing. I gripped the phone so hard that my knuckles turned white. What on earth was this man saying?! What bet? What did he mean he bet me?! God... what was happening?! "I don't understand. What do you mean you bet me?!" My voice was shak

“So this is the kind of woman she is? If I were a man, I wouldn’t want her either.” The room erupted into laughter again. Then, Finn set his glass down on the table and asked casually, “Want to make a bet?” “Another one? Fine. If we win, you break up with Sophie.” Finn’s voice turned cold instantly. “Who said you could use Soph as a bet?” On the other end of the phone, I listened as he effortlessly reshaped the wager. The bet became whether I would run off with him at my wedding. Sophie could not be used as a bargaining chip, but I could. He had used me as a setup, gambled on a hundred times already.

Our parents were holding hands, smiling at us like there was nothing wrong. "I don't care. You used me," she whispered. I shook my head. "Come on. It looks more like you used me. You must've known I was going to be your stepbrother, and you took the chance to seduce me," I said with a sly grin. Her jaw dropped. I knew neither of us planned any of this, but I wasn't about to take all the blame. "You..." she started, but before she could finish, I twirled her. Other couples had joined the dance floor, but her angry look stayed glued on me, which I thought was pretty funny. She was kinda hot when she was mad.

"I just reclaimed what was never his to begin with. That charm didn't just save his life. It also changed his luck. Now that it's shattered, everything's reset to square one." Betty's face drained of color, turning paper-thin. Suddenly, she was pleading in front of me. "Aria! I admit it, I was wrong! Please, I know I messed up. Save Joseph, save our money!" I stepped back, out of her reach. "It's too late for that." Betty was shaking her head in denial. "No! You can't mean that! We need that money, it's everything to us!" A thought struck her, and she leaped to her feet. "The properties! We still have properties!"

"Before you do that, find something to do, that'll make both her father and himself lose money, give them some issues, irreparable and something bad enough to keep their hands busy for the next months, William glanced at me briefly through the rearview mirror, then back to the road. “That can be arranged, sir. But if I may ask… are we talking financial pressure, or total collapse?” “Collapse,” I replied without hesitation. “But quietly. No noise. No headlines. I want them bleeding money and too distracted to remember Jane exists.” He nodded slowly. “Understood.”

"What, you think this is some booming city? This is just a rundown rural area. Four of you would only get 600 thousand dollars, so you're still 400 thousand dollars short." Then, she turned to Owen and added, "I'm not trying to insult your relatives, but look at him—scraping and clawing together every last dollar. Is he even going to come up with it?" "The way you're scrambling to piece together this bet is pathetic and embarrassing. Sometimes, respect is given to you. Other times, you're the one who loses it yourself. If you can't cover the bet, just fold," Owen said flatly. Seeing that I couldn't come up with the money, Uncle Peter let out a breath of relief.