The Gamble Kristen Ashley Novels & Stories

The day went by quickly. Ashley spent most of it in her room planning her grand comeback. Her new identity was her greatest strength. No one knew who she really was and she could shoot her targets without anyone ever knowing it was her. She decided to clad herself in a knee length, red lace evening dress, adorned with glittering silver sequin bordering the deep V neck line and the same design around the slim of her waist. The colour, chosen to reflect the vengeance in her heart.

Donald’s brows pulled tight. Crestwood Heights? That wasn’t a place money alone could get anyone into. One would need proof of assets, credit checks, and a clean record just to qualify. Even if Rachel helped her, there was no way she could pull together millions to put Angela there. “Where did she get the money? Did you look into it?” Donald’s voice turned cold. “I did. Gambling. That woman’s got guts. She played against a few punks from the Shadowmist Alley and won over four million.”

He stepped right into her space and reached out, lifting her chin with two fingers, forcing her face up. “You really think I’m that stupid?” he said. “You? His wife?” His eyes dragged over her, taking in her clothes, her messy hair, the coin bag at her side. “You were in a filthy hall, playing cards for money,” he went on. “Do you even know how wealthy Lord Asher is? His wife wouldn’t be out here gambling and running from men like me.” Zayla’s throat tightened. Her voice wobbled, but she held his stare.

"Let’s go back. We’ll settle this in the den." "But this will ruin your momentum!" Lisa cried. "Lisa, do you think I haven't scented a trap before?" I countered. I hadn't expected Blake to choose Riley over the Hart fortune, but if he wanted a war of attrition, I was ready. As I slid into the seat next to Connor, he handed me a tablet. "I had Jordan Reed dig up the archives on this 'Ashley.' Her resume is built on the bones of the artists she’s ruined. All her dark secrets—the bribes, the scandals—are right here."

She might have as well been Grace's twin. “Hey, Ash. You've bought that creed game, right?” Faith bugged me. It was one of the trending video games with a heavy power tussle. The best players had chances of earning real bucks from it. So I let him have my tablet and returned my attention to Cassie. “Pick the colour you want, let me do it for you. In turn, you do mine too." Her eyes twinkled with delight at the suggestion, and we set to work immediately.

He desperately wanted to bring us together, but I had just pushed her to her limits. If she lost, she would be burdened with debts amounting to tens of millions. That was ruthless. As Godwin was about to intervene, she nodded decisively. "Alright, let's play by Dominic's rules." This was an unprecedented game, and the atmosphere grew tense as the only sound left was the shuffling of cards. Lia Kelvin was so nervous that her heart felt like it was in her throat. She stammered, "Babe, what are the odds of you turning this around?" "Um, about one percent," came her reply. "That means you're pretty much doomed. So where does that one percent of confidence come from?" She whispered, "That one pe

“Again?” “Yes, ma’am. He’s… busy.” Ashley smiled tightly, masking the sting. “Right. Of course.” She turned and left, heels. From the elevator, Duke saw her leaving—the slump in her shoulders, the disappointment she didn’t want him to see. He almost called out. Almost. But then he saw Alexandra in the lobby, watching. And he didn’t. That night, Ashley sat in her apartment, scrolling through another wave of articles. Each headline twisted the knife deeper:

she said, thinking he might reconsider his decision if she reminded him. “It’s okay. Lexie here went to rehab for gambling,” he said with a straight face. Asmaira would have believed his words if not for Lexie’s shout, “He’s lying, douchebag!” Asher chuckled at Lexie’s outburst as well as Asmaira’s confused face. She is cute, Asher thought, looking at Asmaira. “So, are we good?” Asher asked again when Asmaira didn’t reply.

“Christine’s gone, and Ashley’s the only lead I’ve got.” He nods, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Go easy, Zane. She’s already rattled.” I step into the room, and Ashley looks up from the chair she’s perched on, her hair disheveled, her designer dress wrinkled. Her eyes widen when she sees me, a flicker of fear crossing her face before she covers it with a shaky smile. “Zane,” she says. “I…I didn’t expect you.” “Cut the crap, Ashley,” I say, leaning forward. My tone is cold. “You stole from Christine’s Company. You siphoned money for months, and now you’re running. Where’s Christine?”

When she looked at her card, she practically jumped out of her long-ago-discarded shoes. "Oh yeah," she exclaimed, "I am so done with this shit." We all laughed at her enthusiasm. I knew it right off: this was gonna be fuuuuun. Kristen, first to act, took Ashley's excitement the other way and folded. She didn't even bother to look at her card. Kate gave Ash a long, meaningful look. Then she bet a hand job. Oh wow. That was the whole megillah right there. Kate had put Sam in his place. Now she was getting hers. Ashley needed to get off. Kate did too. Ashley would raise to oral, everyone would fold, and then Kate would get her pussy good and going.