The Great Gambit Novel Novels & Stories

I’m supposed to be picking the right fighter, making sure his hundred grand doesn’t burn—but Knox’s hands are dragging my focus everywhere but the screen. My body is arching, greedy for more. His mouth presses heat into the skin just below my ear, and I can't think anymore. I just act. My finger taps Goliath—the thicker of the two men in the ring—just as his image flashes again. A second later, the screen blinks. Bet placed. Knox just gambled away six figures. Rich people are weird. I would comment on that any other day, but right now, my core is pulsing with a need I don’t know how to contain.

Long seconds later, the doors rolled open to reveal the penthouse—a vast expanse of black granite, faintly lit and lavishly furnished. The walls, which could have been covered in crisp bills, screamed of an opulence as loud as the owner’s net worth. The walls were adorned with art that cost more than the apartment that Elizabeth currently shared with her brother. To a mortal, this place seemed as inaccessible in price as the man himself was claimed to be in character.

His eyes scanned me with a sense of compromise. "What do you want?” He snapped. I shot a glance at Grey, he got the message. He handed a paper to him- a check. He stretched his hand sluggishly, not eager to collect it. But immediately his hand rested on it, his eyes scanned it in disbelief. His face lit in excitement. I could imagine the excitement in his heart as his fingers traced the edges of the slip. “$3 million? Isabella this is too much.” I felt a quick wave of relief washed over me. I didn't expect his expression to soften so fast. Money was indeed a game changer.

Power isn’t loud. It doesn’t beg for attention or raise its voice to be feared. It waits—patient, deliberate—while the rest of the world learns what happens when rules are ignored. From my office, the city stretches beneath the floor-to-ceiling windows like it belongs to me. Because it does. Every casino light flickering below, every deal made in the shadows, every bad decision that starts with just one more hand—it all feeds into my world eventually. People don’t realize that part when they walk through my doors on a Friday night or when they leave at 5 a.m. on a Saturday morning. They think they’re gambling with cards, with luck, with numbers on a screen, but I know different.

He could only let out muffled sounds. After that, I knocked him out once again. At the same time, I heard many screams of agony. I just closed my eyes to tune them out. Those young and beautiful blind masseuses dreamed of making a ton of money when they boarded the cruise. But they would never be able to leave the cruise with the money. Finally, the sounds died down at night. I clutched the keycard that I had found in the gray-suited man's pocket as I opened a small gap in the door.

" He always sought things that weren't his to take. Theodore hit one page hard. "Here. A payment that was directly related to the attempt on my life. Gabrielle's stomach turned. Every deal and every betrayal had her father's name on it. Alistair's jaw got tight. "This isn't rebellion anymore." "This is war." That night, Gabrielle sat alone in the study, shaking as she poured whisky into a crystal glass. The light from the fire danced on her pale face, and her dark eyes were far away.

The kind that actually affects us wolves. “What?” He asks innocently as Onyx saunters up. Bill throws his arm around him and grins at him before he slaps a wad of cash in his hands. Onyx looks confused down at his hands, then his eyes light up in alarm and he looks at me, his face going pale. “You won the bet. Didn’t think you’d have to get in her pants to win, but hopefully it was worth it.” “Tilly…” He looks like he is going to be physically sick as I stumble backwards, trying to get away. He reaches out and catches me, but I yank my arm away as if his touch burns.

She continued coolly like it was a natural way and words to speak to someone. "That isn't true. You know I am one of the best things that has ever happened to him." "Oh really? If that's what you say then why is he on page 6 of the NY GOSSIP magazine with Amelia on a date and not here with you" I see what she is trying to do but she is nowhere near succeeding. I would not give her the satisfaction she wanted. I knew Clark still had business dealings with Amelia, especially after she took her father's place in his company as CEO. There was nothing to worry about because he was always so open about his activities. Due to his honesty, I never had trust issues.

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"That's exactly what I said." "Great minds." "Great bodies too," He looked me up and down. This guy just heard me say I was engaged and was still hitting on me? I like it. Reno's POV "Anyways," Nelson started. "Reno, why do you think you gamble?" "It's dangerous and thrilling. I had a lot of money that I didn't know what to do with...now I don't have any" "Was it worth it?" "It must be since I still want to gamble. It's the only thing that makes sense to me. When things get to be too much, it brings me comfort."