They Bet On Me Begging I Left With Everything Novels & Stories

At my pre-wedding blowout, my sister Julia Gallo suddenly challenged my fiancé Lorenzo, heir to the next Don of the Bianchi family, to a "big bet." "Let me guess how many candies you've got in your hand." "Guess right, and whatever my forfeit is, you do it." "Guess wrong, and you're covering all the leftover booze." "I'm guessing... five." She said. Lorenzo opened his right hand. Three. Julia tipped her head back to down the rest of the wine. But then— "You win." Lorenzo pulled his left hand from his pocket. "There are two more. Right here." Julia smiled at him. But tears shimmered in her eyes. She unfolded the note she'd written in advance. "Then I'm sorry. I didn't think I'd actually guess

“I am telling the truth. I don't know Matt's skills, but no one has ever fucked up my brother.” “We bet he's gonna get a kick from my buddy today?” She measured him from head to toe. She already heard about the bets. “What have you all turned up with these bets? Are you compulsive gamblers or what?”

It felt like a silly dream that I prayed not to wake up from. As I smiled ear to ear, sipping my glass of alcohol, I stole glances at Charlie and his friends who were still gambling. I had withdrawn from the bet with my two billion dollars. I only watched them, though I was more into the music than their bet. “I win!" Charlie laughed. I smiled, locking eyes with him as I nodded. “Good job.”. As the night went by and the bet became more boring, suddenly, a piercing sound was heard. 'POW!’ It was a gunshot.

I'm lost " Did you bet on me ? " I ask them with a shocked expression. " They bet you won't find sparks. " Savvy says and crosses her arm over her chest. They both pass the money to her. " Thanks guys, nice doing business with you. Hope for more transactions in the future " She says while they mutter curses under their breathes. " you are a thief " Jay whines. " And you guys are jerks " I mutter and pout while they both roll their eyes.

Yes, go beg! “P-please love, please don’t leave me. I’m begging you, I’ll do everything that you say. I’ll do everything aside from letting you go. P-please take me back.” His voice was trembling while holding my waist tight, as if one wrong move and I’ll disappear. A sly smirked escaped from my lips. There, that’s what I want to hear. The table have turned, yet it’s still not enough. It was never enough.

For a moment i wanted to tell him everything, how the betrayal hollowed me out, how I’m barely holding myself together, how the idea of revenge feels like the only thing keeping me from breaking but no I can’t do thatI can , not yet. “I’m just trying to survive,” I say instead, voice steady. “Like everyone else.” He doesn’t believe me. I can see it in the way his eyes narrow, thoughtful, cautious. After a pause, he reaches into his coat pocket and slides a small card across the table. “If you ever need… resources. A place to start again. Call this number. No strings.” I stare at the card without touching it. “Since when are you in the charity business?” He let out a little laugh. “Since I st

Kayla interjected “So what are you saying we leave to die?” I asked, I couldn't believe my ears. I didn't want to believe that they would let Nyla die than to trust me and give me the money “I didn't say that” Kayla huffed “I'm not going to act against what we have said I promise, I will marry him I just need the money earlier please “ I begged, Dad didn't say anything so did Mom. I fell on my knees and crawled over to where Mom stood wrapping my hands around her legs

But this pain of betrayal was familiar. My father gave me hope of a great future before snatching it from me. Kyle gave me the same kind of hope, promising me heaven and earth before crushing it right before me. If I grieved twice for the same kind of pain, it would be like a slap in the face. I held back the tears that threatened to fall, recalling those dark memories. After I finished dressing up my wound, I turned around, my footsteps slow but confident as I walked past him. “Wait…”

“Oh it's fucking on,’ he laughed, the sound getting lost in the music. “I used to be a beast, you know.” I loved when men underestimated me and my confidence has skyrocketed since I had Marcus on my side. “Let's have a bet then. If you beat me, you can get something from me,” I said, my voice low, “if I beat you though, you give me five thousand dollars.” KitCrash seemed shocked, but I needed the money. “Deal. I will pick the game.” I shrugged. “Suit yourself.” I could pay off my debt and still have extra change from him. Jennifer smirked at me. “Smart girl,” she mouthed.

Then added, “If you respect me at all—even just a little—for the fact that I died for you in our last life… leave me alone. Let me have the ending I deserve.” And with that—I walked. I stepped out of the casino and into my car. A text from Elias lit up my screen: Get home fast, sweetheart. I’ve got a surprise waiting. My lips curved into a smile. I pressed my foot on the gas. The world blurred past the windshield, clean and full of promise. But then—Adrian. He rushed out, catching sight of me. He ran to the side of the car, banging on the window, mouth forming words I couldn’t hear and didn’t care to.