The Great Gambit Novel Novels & Stories

And yet… he remained. Gabrielle closed the notebook with a soft snap and tapped the cover once, the sound crisp in the stillness. He might desperately want a wife for his grandson, she thought. But more than that—he wants someone with aura, wealth and status. Her eyes narrowed. And these criteria come only from the true elite. Well, she might not have the necessary background, but she is not someone to be underestimated either. Not anymore. She reached for the nearest heavy volume on the shelf—East Asian trade routes, late 1800s. Not for show. For ammunition. Gabrielle didn’t waste time pretending to study.

''And if she's nothing? I pulled the car door open, ''then his debt is still unpaid. I knew why Dominic was optimistic. I was already engaged to Stephanie Russo. A fixture more of arrangement and desire, a name tied through Mafia alliances. She was a beautiful woman, a very dangerous one too and at the end of the year as expected, she would become my wife. I wasn't sure she needed to know about tonight. Amelia Nightshade was likely nothing. Mateo would look for another way to repay his debt or lose his life, that I knew.

Although they couldn't attend the Sage's 80th birthday banquet, they all wanted to know immediately whether Ashton would actually come to Grandcrest Estate today or if he'd truly challenge the Sage and claim the throne of Javonbury's criminal underworld. "Six hours to go. This showdown will decide who controls Javonbury's underworld. My blood is boiling just thinking about it. Will the Sage prove the old warhorse still has teeth and stay king forever, or will Ashton tear down the old order and claim the throne? Javonbury hasn't felt this alive in years." "Just now, the betting pool at the Curios Chamber officially broke 600 billion dollars. What an insane number. This is a true high-stakes g

I thought of the world that was currently waking up to a silence it didn’t understand. But as I felt that tiny, second heartbeat pulse against my palm, I didn’t feel like a fugitive. I didn’t feel like a victim of a global conspiracy. I felt like an Architect. The first book was about the blood. It was about the betrayal and the breaking of the old world. It was about the trauma of the glass and the roar of the mountain. But the second book? The one we were starting right now, in this quiet French valley? That book was going to be about the Home.

The hall shimmered with golden chandeliers and the chatter of high-ranking officials. Their laughter and celebratory toasts filled the air, drowning out the memories of blood and battle. I stood at the entrance, cradling my swollen belly, my eyes hollow and dark. A blood-stained necklace dangled from my hand, the cold metal biting into my palm. “I am the Gamma’s daughter,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the clinking of glasses. My shaky body moved forward, through the crowd, the cold path beneath my feet leading me to the man at the center, laughing with pride and ego.

Isaiah handed over the keys like he was used to it. I followed carefully as he entered a private room. Through the partially open door, I saw several young men dressed in sharp suits. They looked like the typical rich heirs you would see in tabloids. Pretending to be on a phone call, I loitered in the hallway near the room. From where I stood, I could see the table piled with dishes like lobster, king crab, and caviar—things I would only ever see on cooking shows. "Isaiah, seeing you in those cheap clothes cracks me up. You're the heir to billions, for crying out loud!"

she said, a mischievous glint in her eye. As we celebrated, a thought lingered in the back of my mind—a plan already set in motion. Gabriel had long relied on his loyal investors and executives to keep his empire afloat. If he lost them, Moretti shoes would crumble finally. I sipped my champagne, letting Natasha chatter about the night’s triumph. The seeds had been planted, but I wouldn’t reveal what I’d done—not yet. Success tasted even sweeter when it was served with a side of poetic justice.

She never would have associated such a term with William, but stranger things were taking place, Reena thought as she finally drifted off to a dream riddled sleep, lips tightened and eyebrows puckered. ~ “The sudden disappearance of Senator Mcgauton has sent the entire state into a frenzy, as different speculations drench the air. But the FBI has been said to have taken over the investigations and would do everything within their power to ensure the safe return of our beloved Senator. God bless America!”

"I wished it is a lie, Senor. But it is the truth. You're going to give up all your wealth by gambling. After your foolish decision, your family will suffer, not until with my father. He managed to rise above from the total despair of our family." "For your information, senorita, your story has some holes. I do play and gamble, but I am a professional gambler. I don't gamble with emotion. I acquired some of my wealth by gambling because I'm good with it. And now, you're telling me I will lose everything? Preposterous!" "Don't gamble, okay. Avoid it at all cost." "Senorita Gabi, or whoever you are. Of all the absurdities, I heard yours win it all." He laughed mockingly and shook his head. "Fr

"Let me burn it for you, so you can stop dreaming about money that never existed." One by one, I tossed in his military manuals, letters, and then his clothes into the fire. The flames caught and climbed. Josh instinctively stepped forward to stop me, but hesitated—his face turning pitch-black—as he forced himself to stay still. Finally, I picked up the gifts he'd given me over the years and tossed them into the heart of the fire. "Riley!" he burst out, a strangled sound. "Those were from Josh! How could you?"