The Hundredth Prank, A Fatal Bet Novels & Stories

I turned off my phone and stared out the window at the city spread below me, at the life I'd built through careful strategy and ruthless execution. I'd won the bet. In ten days I would collect my ten million dollars, proof that marriage was just a game and love was a myth and women were commodities to be rated and targeted and discarded when they stopped being useful. I'd proven my point. I'd shown that with the right approach, the right words, the right manipulation, you could make anyone believe anything for three years. But Grace was pregnant. And I'd called her a liar. And somewhere in the last hour, without meaning to, without wanting to, I'd started to realize that winning the bet migh

He had lost fifty million dollars too easily. Soon, he would lose all five hundred million dollars as well. “Do you still want to play, boy? Your heart must be aching, am I right?” he taunted. The fat man sneered at him as he started to bet again. This time, he place five million dollars bet. “Go on, then, I’d love to win some more!” the fat man mocked. Joshua shrugged at that and said “Richard, let’s bet three million dollars this time,” Richard immediately followed his instructions.

he cackled up a barrel of laughs, infuriating me further. “Fine ! I agree to your stupid bet but know this that you will be S’ed in the B so bad. Whoever wins and get his or her name in the Hall of Fame, can ask for anything from the other. Deal ?” I asked as I put forward my hand. “You better buy sunscreen for yourself, Joy Stone. You are going to be burned like hell. Deal,” he accepted all the terms and conditions of the bet as he shook my hand. “Get ready for your life to get worse from one to damn !"

“You can never go wrong with a classic.” I raised my hand, feigning excitement. “Can’t wait to uncover everybody’s secrets!” A crooked smile spread across Own’s face. “If Aurora’s game, then I guess I can’t back out, can I?” “Perfect!” Oliver clapped his hands together as the crowd cheered. “Let’s get this party started!” Laughter and playful hooting filled the room, and for a moment, I was transported back to our college days. Leon and I had a reputation for meddling in each other’s relationships—“fated opponents,” they called us, constantly pitted against each other.

Clara tried to speak up and offer suggestions, but she was met with dismissive glances and hushed whispers. As Clara's driver pulled up to the entrance of the company, a tall, broad-shouldered man in a sharp suit stepped towards the car. He had dark hair and piercing blue eyes, and a confident smirk on his lips. Just as the meeting seemed to be reaching a boiling point, Clara noticed a piece of paper being passed around the table. She caught a glimpse of it and saw her name written in bold letters. Her heart racing, Clara discreetly grabbed the paper and read it. It was a contract, stating that she was to sign over all her shares in the company to Alexandro's sister, Bianca, in exchange for

He continued adding fuel to the fire. "Let me tell you—I've handled countless fake heir cases like this, and these wealthy elites truly are the best at tormenting people. "When they come for you, they'll disfigure you and send you off to the brothels to be played with. You'll waste the rest of your days away there! They'll be here soon. Just you wait!" I curved my lips into a knowing smile. "Alright, I'll wait for them. But you two had better not run off!"

He gasped and he fell unconscious. ************ Roars of laughter filled the room. “I told you he would faint!” old man Jenkins’ voice boomed across the room. “HAhahaha! Okay, you win. Here’s the money.” Baldy said and threw a bundle of cash at him. Then he burst into laughter again.

It felt like an apology back then, like he cared about my feelings and knew what I liked. However, the bracelets kept coming. More and more, pricier and flashier each time. Eventually, I stopped smiling. Six months ago, on my birthday, he gave me the 80th bracelet. I made up my mind that night to file for divorce once it hit the 100th. Half an hour later, my phone buzzed. A soft, whiny female voice came through. "Baby, are you here yet? Ugh, I missed you so much." It was the wiretap from James' phone, feeding live audio into mine.

“Did that actually happen? Or Am I dreaming? Did the scholarship girl just tell the heir to the Malvetti empire to go cry to his mother?” “ Hey, don’t forget she also called him a good boy,” Alessandro chimed in his voice dripping with laughter. He shakes his head, a smirk tugging at his lips as checked out a girl walking past us. “The Almighty Malvetti heir, humiliated by a girl whose family salaries put together can’t afford my shirts. That’s a new low, Gio, even for you.” Nathan held his phone high, a mocking gleam in his eyes. “Hold still, Gio. This is going straight to TikTok. ‘The Almighty Giovanni Atticus, Humiliated by a Coffee-wielding charity case. Priceless!” He cackled, making me

But to my surprise, an awkward silence greeted me, neither the caller nor myself saying a word. I waited, expecting the caller to make the first move, but nope, nada. What a prank, right? I couldn't help but roll my eyes, Seriously? Who pulls off a silent prank call? Just as I was about to end the call, a familiar, malicious laugh erupted from the other end, causing my blood to run cold. "Hahahahahahaha," Tim's unmistakable voice echoed in my ears “What's up, Nicole? Been skipping school, huh? Wondering where you've been hiding," he taunted.