Novel & Cerita The Love Wager

She shot to her feet. "Dad! She's lost her mind! What if she gives up halfway through? The money will be thrown away!" Her face flushed as she screamed, "I'm the competition candidate this family invested in!" "I" was in no hurry. I simply offered a condition Dad could not refuse. "A performance-based wager can be signed. "If I fail to win, I will voluntarily assume double the registration cost." The calculator keys clicked rapidly. I watched Dad calculate input and output, probability and sunk cost.

She turned sharply and walked off the stage, her movements mixed with anger and finality. "What?" The group was shocked with whispers. The staff announced the final result: "Aaron 2 votes, Aaron Identity was Villager. " "Mafia won the game." Lucas erupted in victory and started jumping from the same place. "Oh shit!" a defeated murmur passed between the remaining Villagers. "So close," Harry muttered, already turning towards the exit, the weight of the loss heavy on his shoulders. Kim and Lucas hugged each other, "We did it...." they shouted, their voice echoed in the hall.

Because the painful incident from years ago still haunted him, he couldn't forget the heartbreak and guilt he felt towards the woman he had loved. "I have a reason for proposing this wager," Rosa calmly explained, aware of Axel's doubts, and carefully justified her decision: "So, if you want to cancel the engagement, you have to make me lose." "What do you mean?" Axel raised an eyebrow and asked. "If you win, I will request that my parents cancel this engagement," Rosa boldly declared, fearing that Axel would refuse to participate. The condition she presented for the bet truly surprised Axel. "And if you lose, we will get married," Rosa added hesitantly.

“I have full trust in her and our love. It’s her habit to take time before making a decision; I know it. Right now, she is just confused, but in the end, she will always return to me because she loves me, Mom. She loves me more than she loves anyone in the whole world. She will come, and the wedding is happening. I know that for sure. She won’t break my trust. This phase is just a test of our love, simple as that.” *** FLASHBACK “I won the bet. I told you that if you would come here without me by your side, then all women would surely try to throw themselves at you. After all, you’re so famous and rich, Artemis.” “I promise, from now onwards, I will never ever leave your side. And just becau

“How about we find out if she truly loves you or not? How about we find out if she would have chosen you if I was here?” “What did you mean?” I asked even though I can already guess where this was heading to and I'm starting to hate the fact that I actually waited; I should have fucking left. “Let's have a bet,” he said casually and confidently like he already knew he was going to win. “I will get back to her, care for her and we will see if she will fall in love with me or not. Then you… can do yours too and in two weeks, we will see who she would choose this time. Of course, fucking her is allowed.”

Instead, I glared up at him, willing him to say something—anything—to break the tension. The elder continued, blissfully unaware of the charged exchange unfolding before him. “May their love and loyalty to each other be unbreakable as the mountains and as endless as the rivers.” I let out a sharp, cold laugh, a sound devoid of warmth or mirth. “Love? Loyalty? You mean, may Tristan's ownership of me be forever sealed,” I declared, my voice rising enough to carry across the gathered crowd, the weight of my words hanging in the damp air, challenging the very nature of the vows being spoken.

The path tightened, its threads coiling like a lover’s whispered promise, leading to a crystalline chamber, its walls shimmering with reflections of their hearts—moments of trust, now fragile under the weight of manipulation. At the chamber’s center stood a loom, its frame pulsing with prismatic light, its threads weaving a tapestry of vows—promises of eternal love, unbreakable bonds. A figure emerged, not a weaver but a mirror of Jessica, her eyes sharp with cunning. “I am Vynia, the Vow Weaver,” she said, her voice Jessica’s, dripping with manipulation. “Your love is strong, but it’s flawed. Vow to me, and I’ll bind the nexus to your hearts forever—or refuse, and watch your love unravel.”

Then his gaze dropped briefly to her exposed cleavage and his smile turned vile. “But,” he started, licking his lips. “If you want attention that badly, how about you right outside those doors,” he nudged his head towards the exit. “Once I win tonight’s trophy, I’ll come pick you up. VIP suite.” Mirena laughed dismissively like his words were utter garbage, and turned to the blond. “How about a wager?” She offered. He frowned. “What?” “If I—no,” she corrected calmly, “when I beat you both, you’ll owe me three favors.”

Tracy shot back, her scent turning sharp with a soldier's fury. Lowell let out a short, barking laugh. “I’ll offer you a trade, little scout. A wager for your parents’ lives. If you can outpace me on the Devil’s Spine at midnight, I’ll pull my scouts from the wedding hall. I’ll even drop three hundred thousand in cold Dominion credits at your ceremony tomorrow as a tribute. But if you lose... you disappear before the sun rises.” “Don’t test the length of my claws, Lowell,” Tracy cautioned, though her voice wavered.

She looked like she finally had her long-awaited revenge. "You think I wanted that ten-year bet? That old hag's will forbade me from joining the Vinci family for a decade! "Wretched woman! She's such a nuisance even when she's dead!" Lucia glared at me sharply. "Antonio and I were childhood sweethearts. Who do you think you are? You had ten years, and you still couldn't win his heart. That just proves he doesn't love you!" With that, she pulled out a fruit knife and aimed it at her heart. Then, she shifted it a few inches to the side and smiled sinisterly.