Novel & Cerita The Gambler Marvel

‘Aleksis Agustus, Chief Executive of Octagon Solutions’ How shameless of her husband to say he was fired from a company he owns? A flicker of excitement rushed into her eyes. All these years, Sierra has tried to dismiss the world she grew up in. The rush and hunger for danger were pulsing through her heartbeat. The same way it would always do whenever she was given a task. There was no need to ask who would play this game better. She knew damn well who would be a better player. All she had to do now was plan her way to make Alek feel like winning, and just when he got a hold of the trophy, she’d sneak in and snatch victory away from him. Maybe kill him. Well, that would be optional.

In his experience, he never encountered like Joshua before. Joshua has two win and the boss has one won. “tch! If I lose this match, I can’t face the other gambler owner anymore. This game was live broadcast to all the underground casino worldwide! So I don’t want to lose from this gigolo boy!” he gritted his teeth and panicked.

I don't even know how to give a lap dance. I stood up and carried my purse i kept on the couch, i was sweating already. As i increased my pace to go out of the room, Sammy stopped me. "Hey! Where do you think you're going huh? The game is not over yet." He said "Since you don't want to play along with what you picked, you have to pay 50USD before we can let you go. You know the rules " Tala added 50 what? How on earth will i get that amount from?

There were hundreds, even thousands of them, and every single one was full of insults aimed at me. "We trusted you!" "You were the one who told us to keep fighting, and now you turn around and take money from the Romano Famiglia!" "You promised that you would help us, so what's the meaning of this?" In that instant, a heavy silence settled over the office. I stared at the screen for a few moments before lowering the tablet. Dante hadn't changed at all. He would simply upend the chessboard if he found himself unable to control the match. I raised my head, speaking with a clarity that ensured everyone present could hear.

Stefano threatened the gambler and his goons which they reluctantly obeyed. "Now I'm aware that this lady here owes you some money, am I correct?" He picked up a small wooden chair by the corner and sat on it, crossing his leg to lie over the other. "Yes" The gambler replied, watching Stefano closely. "Good. Let them go" He commanded. "Do you know how much this lady owes me? You can't just come in here and tell.me to free this debtor" the gambler wailed angrily.

“I was ranked #60. My mafia name is Gambler. Anything imbued with my luck becomes a weapon. I use mostly coins and playing cards.” The Gambler was a very sick looking teen who looked like he sold his soul instead of his luck for power. He would be clumsier than usual on some days, and Zen knew the reason behind it now. Yesterday, Zen caught him loitering outside the kitchen. The Gambler left eventually without saying anything, but his actions were highly suspicious. Yet, who would have anticipated their meeting in such an alliance?

"Sure, you've given me some. But baby, what good is that tiny bit of cash in a city like this? I lost it all ages ago..." I could literally hear her hypocritical heartbeat accelerating as she lied to my face. "When exactly are you planning to stop gambling?!" I glared at her, my body trembling slightly from a toxic mix of sheer fury and extreme physical weakness. My wolf whimpered in pure despair, while my heart felt nothing but a numb, bottomless well of disgust. "Just until I make a comeback! The second I draw a good hand and win back everything I've lost, I swear to the Moon Goddess, I'll quit for good!" The distinct, crazed greed of a degenerate gambler flashed wildly in her eyes.

I sat down and watched them play, — gambling. Contrary to what I expected, it was interesting and a very intense game. That kind of game gives you goosebumps accompanied by a stroke or heart attack. It was so thrilling and there was no way I was going to enjoy this while standing up. I didn't know much about the game but it was like Gladimir was making money.

Marco begged, trying to strain against his ropes, his eyes fixed on me, pleading. My gaze flickered to my men, then back to the two pathetic figures. “Teach them a lesson,” I commanded, my voice flat, devoid of emotion. “Make sure they understand the true cost of their ‘gambling debts’.” I simply watched them, my expression unreadable. Their pleas were pathetic, predictable. Gambling debts. The oldest excuse in the book. As if that absolved them of their monumental transgression. Betrayal. In my world, there was only one currency for that.