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

They were about to pass me when I grabbed the leg of the man I trusted. "Zachary... please. I'm begging for our baby. Please... help me... "I sobbed as I begged him incessantly. My world fell apart and my heart was ripped to shreds when he moved his knees against my hold. He completely ignored me and left with Eunice. They left me alone while I was bleeding and worried about the condition of my future child. "No . . ." I faintly whispered, then trembled as I looked at the blood I had lost.

All eyes were on me. Even the new girl, Carmela, was covering her mouth to hide a smirk. "Place your bets! I bet she's on her knees begging for forgiveness before she even reaches the door." "I'll put five hundred grand on her staying!" "I'm in for eight hundred thousand!" The bet on whether I'd actually leave had become a Thanksgiving tradition. I was their cheapest toy, their favorite cheap thrill. I just shook my head, a faint, bitter smile on my lips, cursing myself for being so spineless. It had taken me eight years to finally find the courage to leave Salvatore.

Beggar "Beauty look at me please." I spin around and stare at his sullen face, "What do you want Zero?” I sigh, “My name is Beggar, it's not beauty, it's Beggar, okay, I said it was good. We good, we said what we had to say, don't worry about it. How many times are you gonna keep apologizing?" His face crumbles, and I feel that tug as my resolve slides a fraction. "Until I stop feeling like shit."

Betty stared at them curiously, then asked softly, "How much are these chips for?" "One billion!" Bryson replied indifferently. Betty immediately gasped, staring at him with her eyes wide open, "You guys gambled so much?" Bryson turned his head and asked, "Is this considered big?" This time, Betty felt like an ignorant child in front of him. She bit her lips and wrinkled her nose, "I don't understand the world of the wealthy." Bryson suddenly extended his hand, and caressed her head like an elder, "Then watch carefully, tonight if I win the money will be yours, if I lose, I'll take it, how about that?"

My breath caught. “Please, Beverly.” His hands came together in front of him in a begging gesture, his voice desperate. “Please. I’m begging you. Forgive me.” His voice broke at the edge, and I saw the exact moment a tear slipped down his cheek. Then another. He didn’t even bother to wipe them. Didn’t even try. “Of course I know I don’t deserve it, but please, I beg of you. Just a chance. Just give me another chance to make it right. Please.”

“So this is the kind of woman she is? If I were a man, I wouldn’t want her either.” The room erupted into laughter again. Then, Finn set his glass down on the table and asked casually, “Want to make a bet?” “Another one? Fine. If we win, you break up with Sophie.” Finn’s voice turned cold instantly. “Who said you could use Soph as a bet?” On the other end of the phone, I listened as he effortlessly reshaped the wager. The bet became whether I would run off with him at my wedding. Sophie could not be used as a bargaining chip, but I could. He had used me as a setup, gambled on a hundred times already.

“Oh yeah? How much you wanna bet I can make her mine?” I smiled. “Everything. You make her fall in love with you? You get my club. I will drop out of the Shadow Ryders. You can have any territory you want in this town. I will be your bitch. But if she falls in love with me? I take everything from you starting with your club!” Max laughed. He didn’t even think about it for a second. He thrust out a hand. “Deal. Aston, you are in a lot of trouble.” I shook his hand. I just made the biggest bet of my life. I was putting everything on the line for her. “She’s mine, Max. You better learn to deal with it!”

"But you went all in anyway." "I went all in because I knew you would call," I said, raking in the chips. "No matter what cards you had, you were going to call." "Why?" I looked him straight in the eye. There was no warmth left in my gaze. "Because you weren't betting on the cards. You were betting on me. Betting that I'd go soft if you lost everything. Betting that I'd forgive you if you looked pathetic enough. Betting that the girl you broke was still in there somewhere, waiting for you."

"I'm trying to—" "Trying to what? Explain?" She turned to face him fully now, all four-foot-eleven of her radiating more authority than most CEOs he knew. "You think explaining fixes what you broke, boy? You think 'I'm sorry' puts back together a heart you shattered for a BET?" "I called off the bet, Grandma. Before anything serious happened between us. I fell in love with her—" "And yet she still got hurt!" Madonna's voice rose. "Still got humiliated in front of the entire campus. Still lost everything that mattered to her. So clearly, calling off the bet wasn't enough, was it?"

He stepped forward and opened the car door for me, his tone chillingly calm. "I didn't let my father release Sophia and her brother. I have them locked in the cellar of the abandoned winery in the north suburbs. I kept them breathing, waiting for you." "You want revenge? I'll hand you the knife. You want to kill? I'll bury the bodies. Even if it means total war with the Camorra, I don't care." "Just let me help you this one last time." I looked into his bloodshot eyes. The arrogance was gone, replaced by a deathly silence bordering on self-destruction.