The Gamble Kristen Ashley Novels & Stories

I cussed, throwing her hands off me. She plopped back to the floor, letting out a startled gasp as she scrambled away from me. Trembling with rage, I ran a hand through my hair, my chest heaving. Abigail. That traitorous bitch. After everything I had given her, after all the years she had spent by my side, she was throwing it all away for him. Asher. I clenched my fists again, my knuckles already bruised from punching the wall. That bastard had played the long game, hadn't he? Pretending to be nothing more than a Gamma while lurking in the shadows, waiting for his moment to steal Abigail from me.

“I saw Samantha talked with you. That bitch should think you have changed into as one of them.” Elena sighed. “You mean that bitch who prefers to dig a man’s coins and willingly to become one of his puppets? A gold digger?” Elena wiggled her head. “I never changed to become one of suckers. I am working.” Ashley looked away as she gazed at her bestie. “I am not dating with that old billionaire man, Ashley!” She stopped talking as someone called her on phone. As she pulled out the gadget from her coat, she saw Edward who calling. She sighed and looked at Ashley, “I need to answer the phone.”

Thrystan remarked with a smirk, his voice teasingly low. Glancing at the rich, red liquid in the goblet, I sighed and set it down, feeling the warmth of the wine coursing through me. Across the table, Kyle was deep in conversation with Jagger— a dark skinned hottie most Blessed girls from Reedridge can't stop talking about— their voices melded with the hum of the room. Meanwhile, a newcomer caught my eye as she gracefully took her place, her vibrant red gown adorned with black blooms drawing attention. Her ginger hair was impeccably styled, framing her face with a bold air of confidence.

He sighed, relieved to see I was joking around with him. He looked up excitedly and began moving his arms around in demonstration. “So, Drake invited Leslie to a get together. You actually met her and Amber, as well as Angela when you met me and my brother. We were playing the non-alcoholic version of truth and dare because Leslie’s brother, Luke, came and wherever Luke is, Johnson follows. His pregnant sister was with him and said if she couldn’t have alcohol, none of us could. And so we were playing when Amber dared me to—”

Before the guard could recover, she struck the flat of her shield against his chest, forcing him backward and out of the fight. A third guard stood a few paced back and hesitated for a fraction of a second as he watched his companions fall. It was all the opening Cassandra needed. She advanced relentlessly, her sword weaving through his defences. The guard retreated several steps before losing his footing. With a swift final move, she knocked his weapon from his and impaled him on her sword. The she kills the other two guards on the floor.

Then she looked at Dylan, hoping that he would come through to her but that did not happen so she said, “I don’t even know you. I’ve never seen you in my life before.” Ashely was afraid that Sandra was not going to pay her balance due to how things turned out and requested, “You still owe me 10k. Please pay up before I play the audio. I have a video too of when you came to the club last night,” she lied to scare Sandra, to be able to get the 60k from Gabriel. Sandra’s fingers curled into a fist and she walked back to her table to pick up her purse.

Asher flashed me a mischievous smirk, the ghost of his touch on my skin lingering as I walked onto the stage. Lydia, Allyson, and Giselle rose along with a bunch of other girls and headed along with me. I could see that the Ravens, Amir, Sebastian, Jules, and Roman had walked over to sit beside Asher, their eyes as unreadable as Asher’s earlier. “Okay, we shall bid on Miss Giselle going from two thousand dollars.” Ms Snow announced, and before she could even get the words out, Amir raised his card and bid.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock." A Desperate Gamble Ayesha’s finger hovered over the trigger. Killing him now would be satisfying—but it wouldn’t stop the bombs. She looked at Adrian. "We need him alive." Adrian gritted his teeth but nodded. Ayesha turned back to the Ghost. "You want to walk out of here? Fine. But you’re going to disable those bombs first." The Ghost’s smile faltered. "And what makes you think I’ll do that?" Ayesha stepped closer, her gun steady. "Because if you don’t, I’ll make sure you regret it."

“Alright, Rylan. I’ll leave you to rest. I’ll stop by again this evening.” “Boss, let me see Red off. She was very sad today, she cried a lot because of you. “ Anne said. I nodded and she left hand in hand with Red. Immediately they left, Asher came closer. “Boss, I have something to tell you.” “What is it?” “Raine is digging into the gambling case,” Asher said cautiously. “She’s acting very suspicious, but don’t worry- our connection to it can’t be traced. The real issue is… she’s trying to contact Marylee Alberto.”

] [Let me summarize: side piece assaults family, trash wife protects side piece, epic family annihilation—chef's kiss! [Modern independent woman? More like a hollow trophy who abandoned her own family. Can't even protect her father!] [Look who showed up—the Keltner heiress. This just got nasty for Ashley.] [For those unaware: Chelsey Keltner, sole heir to the Gibelli Keltners, nicknamed the 'Legal Executioner'—undefeated. Ashley, you might want to start picking out your burial plot.] "Small-time fling? I love Ashley! Ashley, tell them!" Brian raged, clutching her arm and shouting hysterically.