The Gentleman's Gambit Novels & Stories

Without a second thought, he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and gulped its contents down his throat. Jenna's heart skipped a million beats at once and for a few seconds, it ached, causing a wince to escape her mouth. What are you talking about?” she finally spoke, feeling her heart palpitation increasing as she walked over to where he was. “How much do you want, millions or a billion? Alessia's family are stinkingly rich" he said and Jenna scoffed, getting a clue of his supposed bride's name “I haven't even agreed to that!” she raised her voice, watching him gulp down the alcoholic liquid.

he looks oddly familiar as he talks calmly to me. “My dog is in there. He’s going to be killed if I don’t get him out. It’s all just a big misunderstanding.” I say in such defeat, my head hangs down and onto the steering wheel of the car. There’s a minute of silence before I hear the man saying, “Hey man, here. Just let her in. She needs to get her dog.” I look up to see this familiar guy pointing his two fingers at the security guard. In between them is a note. He’s offering the security guard money to let me in.

Everything turns silent inside me. “Yo, I’m on a roll,” a man shouts excitedly, as he reaches forward to scoop up his winnings. The croupier stands by impassively. There are two more men and a woman sitting at the same table. My eyes gaze at the man in shock. I have never seen him like this. He is at once foreign, magnificent, and frightening. Granddad once said all gamblers are magnificent when they are winning. Oh, Nigel, Nigel, Nigel. I never knew you. Never.

she thought. “Mr. Faust.” Gilbert gave a half-smile. Of course he could tell that Alec did this on purpose. “It’s an auction, after all; the highest bidder wins. I’m sure you know the rules.” In other words, he meant to say, “Fuck off if you don’t have the money”. “Ha!” Gilbert chuckled lightly. He raised his bidding paddle the next second, “30 million dollars!” “40 million dollars.” Alec was calm. “50 million dollars!”

HALF A MIILION - GAMEKEEPER’S HUT OXMARKET WOODS – SEVEN O’CLOCK – FRIDAY NIGHT OR THIS GOES ON SALE ON THE INTERNET THERE’S PLENTY OF COPIES Friday. Two days away. Time to initiate a plan. What though, I had no idea. * I rang Sir Gerard the next morning. “Do you know who the guy in the film is?” I asked. “His name is John Knightley,” Sir Gerard replied. “Gemma fell madly in love with him. I tried to stop her from going out with him, but she was I am afraid blinded by love. If you forgive the unintended pun.”

William began meeting Jennifer behind my back—more and more often. After each meeting, she would show up with something new: a piece of jewelry, a designer bag. Just like before, she pulled out a bracelet William had given her and flaunted it around the apartment. Lucy's eyes widened dramatically. "That bracelet—it's a limited-edition piece. There are only three in the world. Jennifer, who gave it to you?" Jennifer smiled, her expression layered with meaning. "Some people think they've tied down an untouchable prize… never realizing the prize has legs of its own."

Thirty days. One month. A single, heartbeat-stopping wager. Benjamin Parker was the sun. A golden-haired scholarship recruit with flour on his hands and a heart that he wore—vulnerable and beating—on his sleeve. He spent weeks chasing the school’s "Ice Prince," offering handmade tarts and a smile that could melt the coldest winter. He thought his persistence finally paid off when Jonathan Hayes—the obsidian-eyed, terrifyingly beautiful heir to a tech empire—pinned him against the school gates and claimed him in front of everyone. But the "Golden Romance" was a lie from the very first kiss. Jonathan didn't choose Benjamin because of his heart; he chose him because he was a convenient t

Then… Gilbert raised his bid to one hundred and fifty million. The room was filled with shocked whispers now. Damien leaned back in his seat. “So he really wants to play this game,” he thought. With a calm flick of his wrist, he raised his paddle again. “Two hundred million.” The room went completely silent. Even Gilbert looked stunned, his eyes wide. People began whispering again, unable to believe what they just heard. Gilbert jumped to his feet. “You’re insane! Where do you think you’ll get that kind of money without the chairman’s approval?”

She forced herself to scroll through the social media posts, each caption more infuriating than the last. “A Love Story for the Ages—Theodore Thatcher Marries Nadia Rostova in an Intimate Ceremony” “The Business World’s Most Eligible Bachelor is Officially Off the Market” “Meet Mrs. Thatcher—The Stunning Bride Who Captured the Billionaire’s Heart” Sheena’s jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Captured his heart? Bullshit. This was a game. A twisted, unfair game. Without wasting another second, she pressed the call button. The phone rang once. Twice.

his anger was gradually brewing. "I am sorry but it isn't what you think" she heaved "I just want to be sure of your standings. I your wife and the man I married is a honest man, I want to know if you were coerced into anything illegal" "You have nothing to worry about. I am still the man you've always known, and I promise to stand by you and our baby girl without compromising my status and integrity" James was many things, but an honest man? He had given up integrity when he vowed to change his financial status as a younger. Now, he has dined with the devil.