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With my voice low and calm, smiling like I have hit the jackpot i mutter the one thing no man wants to hear. "This is a dead mans deal. If you fail to get back here in 72 hours and not a minute later... you won't live to make another bet, you won't be breathing and I will happily inform your 'Daughter' that daddy dearest died while selling her off to the highest bidder." I laugh as his body tenses and he looks like he's visibly going to be sick.

The audio was probably morphed. But that freaking voice. I was ready to give it all up. I didn’t know to calculate the probability. I didn’t know the odds. But Lilith Corp. be damned. Money be damned. I was going on all in. I was going to bet on it all. This was probably my one final chance at saving our family. This was final chance at saving the love of my life. . . . ____

I have a fabulous friend. And if it isn’t obvious by now, the person that I am talking about is Christine Gyamfi. And if you don't know who she is, then read the other book; The Light's Shadow. It's an original book that she wrote herself. I personally didn't read the book, but I'm sure that you will. I mean, why are you reading this then? But that's beside the point. Christine is awesome. She is hilarious, kind, and sweet. The woman also treats everyone around her with respect. She is one of the few people that fuels my faith in humanity.

Seemed like a good plan to me. “This plan of yours,” said Gabor, the human calculator, “will not work.” “I thought you said nothing’s a hundred percent win or lose.” We were sat around a fire eating some kind of antelope. It had four legs and horns. It could have been an athletic cow, or a goat that had been working out. “True,” said Gabor, “but there’s a point at which you’d be a fool to take the risk.” “You don’t understand how he operates,” said Claire. “There’s no such thing as foolproof when he’s around.”

I’m supposed to be picking the right fighter, making sure his hundred grand doesn’t burn—but Knox’s hands are dragging my focus everywhere but the screen. My body is arching, greedy for more. His mouth presses heat into the skin just below my ear, and I can't think anymore. I just act. My finger taps Goliath—the thicker of the two men in the ring—just as his image flashes again. A second later, the screen blinks. Bet placed. Knox just gambled away six figures. Rich people are weird. I would comment on that any other day, but right now, my core is pulsing with a need I don’t know how to contain.

" Audrey shook her head, still looking doubtful about Daniel's invitation. Then the man raised his hand to signal the bodyguard who came with him. The bodyguard carried a bag and took out the chips from inside the bag. The bodyguard arranged the chips on the table. "One billion. I think this is enough for a start," Daniel said. Audrey looked at the pile of chips. It turned out that Daniel had indeed prepared himself to gamble. "Come on, Audrey. When you're with Lando you look so excited, so why with me you seem to lose passion? Is Lando more interesting than me?" Audrey glared at Daniel and he laughed. "You know damn well that's not what I'm about," Audrey said with annoyance.

(eg when Damon speaks, the format will be as this: Damon ~ “Evening Amber.” Let me know what you think, of Gamble With My Heart. Gamble With My Heart is a winner in the Chapters Interactive Stories Writing Contest in 2020. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ************************* Whatever you think might be real. It is not. Only a fool believes foolish things. You are only as good as the game that you play. And right now, the game is on you. For every single thing that you have ever done to another woman has just come back to you. Karma is a bïtch, and you have been bitten.

"Bring me the chess pieces, Sheffield, and I'll put Lennox in a checkmate he cannot escape." END OF BOOK THREE

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

Hahaha! The next second, another brutal kick landed on my stomach, harder than all the previous ones. I watched as bright red blood gushed from between my legs. In my final moments, I heard his last words. "Finally, nothing stands between me and Shereen anymore." I will never forget the excruciating pain and the utter despair of that moment.