The Gamble Kristen Ashley Novels & Stories

' At that moment, Chester's phone buzzed with incoming photos and a message from his assistant. "Mr. Kane, I've just found out that Miss Juliana rigged a gambling game yesterday, losing one billion dollars on purpose. She paid off the gamblers to act it out. And that's not all, her personal account has 1.5 billion dollars, way more than enough to cover this so-called 'gambling debt'."

"I don't buy into your tactics. We won't be separated. I reject this opportunity." Remiel's eyes showed a hint of regret upon receiving Larissa's rejection. He shrugged. "Well, that's a pity." He pointed to the opposite side of the gambling table. "Ms. Solace, please!" Just as Larissa was about to step forward, Ambrose preemptively said, "I'll gamble for her." Remiel said calmly, "Don't rush. It's your turn in the next round." He picked up the gun from the table, opened the magazine, and spun it around.

Didn't she hear him? She looked at him catching his stare before looking away. A wistful look crossed Ashley's delicate features. "I didn't actually mean you in particular," she gave a little laugh before turning to him with a determined gaze. "Actually, I'm Ashley Gameré! And my my duty is to protect the protecters of the world!" She said it with such enthusiasm that made him catch his breath. Ashley had laughed after her determined statement. Ryan clenched his fist again. Why? He thought and slammed his fist on the railing. Why'd Ashley have to sound so much like her?!

The gala was a glittering den of wolves. Crystal chandeliers hung over the ballroom of the city’s most exclusive hotel. Ashley stood between Nico and Dante in a backless emerald gown that clung to every curve, the diamond choker at her throat catching the light with every breath. She looked every inch the Rossi trophy—elegant, untouchable, owned. Nico’s hand rested possessively on her lower back. Dante kept her tucked against his side, fingers tracing circles on her hip through the silk.

“You couldn’t even get your own woman to attend a private party. Connections? You are delusional and stupid.” “Get lost, wannabe savior!” Nora yelled from the sidelines. “I will make you pay for today,” Elena spat, glaring. Ashley smiled, satisfied. This was even better than revealing her identity. If she had shown them who she really was, they would have only pretended to fear her. But she had no time to waste. She was done playing games. She parted her mouth to speak but was beaten to it. “Is this why you refused the contract marriage?” A familiar voice asked, calm but pointed, cutting through the chaos like a knife.

She heard him say and she snapped out of her thoughts. “Oh, sorry. My name is Ashley Smith, I am the one hired to play the female role here, I guess you might be the male character right?” Ashley asked. “Role? Character?” He muttered confused. “Yes, the role... “ “Oh, right. Bryan hired you right?” “Yes.” “How much did he offer you?” “Three million dollars, monthly.” “Of course.” He muttered. “So, when will we start the review? And why are there no cameras here? I am still confused about that.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you all for joining us this evening. Before we begin, it’s my honor to introduce the young mistress of Beaumont conglomerate, Miss Ashley Beaumont, making her first appearance tonight at tonight’s gala.” The grand ballroom fell into complete silence as all heads started turning around, hoping to catch a glimpse of the mysterious young mistress whose identity had remained hidden from the public for years. But just as Kelly was about to step down from the stage, she felt her phone buzzing inside her purse and pulled it out. Her brows narrowed when she saw the message on her screen. It appears to be from Ashley. Lifting her head, she met Ashley’s gaze from across th

“Yeah, ten million.” “Ten?!” Layla shrugged, rolling her eyes. “Isn’t your sister’s whereabouts worth that much?” Karen burst out laughing. “Sorry, I wasn’t supposed to do this,” she managed to say amidst laughs. “You must be really desperate, aren’t you? For you to come here and cook up this silly story.” “Ashley is alive?” Karen chuckled again, her voice dripping with mockery. “Before you came here, how did you envision this would play out? That I’ll just believe you and then hand over ten million to you?”

Leo returned just in time to start the final round of bets. Amber looked around the table again. She felt pretty fucking confident. Ebony always acted as though she held a winning hand and often had shit. Leo’s brows were pinched together, and he only met Ash’s last bet and laid his money on the table. She couldn’t read Grayson’s expression, he was too good at masking it. Ash was more of the unknown wild card really. His face had remained in a grin most of the game. “I’ll raise to six,” she said finally.

"If you won't trust me, then sooner you'll see Aspen ending up with another girl, or our opponent to this gamble." I gasped out of surprise due to how I imagined it. This gamble is proven true once I'll see Aspen having his girlfriend. And that girlfriend he'll have soon must be the other player siding the gamble's bet. Mezakiel's bet was me to Aspen so once I help him win the bet, I will end up with the person I like and we'll also win the reward. My head stooped lowly and watched my feet fidget. "I-I don't know why this gamble manager involved me into such a weird game. I have no idea who that person is also."