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

"I've been searching for you these three years." "Isabella was dealt with long ago. She'll never come back to disturb us again." Dealt with? I sneered coldly. Did he think killing Isabella would solve everything? Did he think I would forgive him that way? I just looked at him coldly, saying nothing. Letting him feel despair in the silence. "What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" Alexander was in tears. The once invincible mafia Don now had no dignity left. Kneeling on the flower shop floor, begging for my forgiveness.

“Arden… it’s okay if part of you still loves him. That doesn’t make you weak.” “It makes me stupid,” I said, more bitterly than intended. “No. It makes you human.” I stared down at my coffee, the ice clinking softly against the plastic. “He left when everything fell apart. I begged him to stay. I needed him to just… not give up.” “And he did?” I nodded. She reached over and touched my hand. “Then he needs to earn the right to even speak your name. Don’t let him rewrite the story just because he walked back in.”

When I stopped eating, he starved himself alongside me. For a year, he built me back up piece by piece. On the day he asked to be my mate, he knelt in the grass and swore to the Moon he would never betray me. And I had been stupid enough to believe him. I wiped the grit from my eyes and dragged myself upright using a streetlamp. I was a disaster. Passing Betas whispered as I flagged down a car. The driver took one look at me and demanded payment upfront plus a cleaning fee. I agreed, but when I tried to swipe my card, the terminal blinked red.

Nine years ago, my family used me to pay off their debts. That was how I ended up married to the most dangerous man in the Rivoli underworld, Vincenzo Casanova. Everyone said I was lucky. My family was ruined, and I was its last heir. Marrying Vincenzo was supposed to be my one chance at a new life. I believed them. I thought if I played my part and never caused trouble, our marriage might actually last. I was wrong. At our ninth anniversary party, Vincenzo walked into the ballroom hand in hand with his secretary, Chiara Moretti. Chiara was all smiles, one hand resting on her belly. She announced that she was pregnant with Vincenzo's child. With Rivoli's most powerful families watching, Vinc

"There is no us. There is only you. You got yourself into the shit. You get yourself out." "Please." I began begging, because that was the only way I was getting out of this shit. "Mama, please. I do not know what happened to me. It felt like I was under a spell. I was losing, but I couldn't stop. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't. So I lost everything. I was good at gambling, but what happened the other night was something I could not explain." "Has anyone ever told you you are such a stupid person?" she said angrily, and I couldn't open my mouth to speak, because I deserved all of it.

Five years after my younger brother Luca and my fiancée Elena were killed in an ambush, I arranged my own burial at sea. I was pressing the engraved nameplate onto my custom urn when my father, Don Salvatore Leo, walked into the room with a cigar between his lips. "Antonio, you don't need to go to the docks to mourn them this year. They're not dead." My fingers went white around the nameplate. Then the hidden door in the safe room opened from the inside. Luca walked out with Elena in his arms, casually spinning the emerald ring I had once given her around his finger. "I won the bet," he said, lazy about it. "I told you we could live right next door to him for five years and he'd never

I've been granted early release from prison for good behavior. My three brothers come to pick me up, and they bring a dog chain with them. Ashton Scott, my eldest brother, hands it over and says coolly, "Put it on. You're not allowed to take it off until we reach the house. This is the final test. Once you pass, you'll officially be a daughter of the Scott family." Dalton Scott, my second brother, pats me on the shoulder and sighs. "You must've had a rough seven years. But that smell coming off you… You'd better shower three times before you join us at the dining table later." Preston Scott looks me up and down, his brows furrowed. "Why have you lost so much weight? But I guess it works o

"You've finally found me." The camera rotated toward Damian. Then toward Noah. Then back to Amelia. "But you still don't know which one of them belongs to me." The speakers went silent. Bennett immediately aimed at the camera. A gunshot shattered it. But before the screen went black... One final message appeared: «DAY NINE BEGINS NOW.» Amelia stared at the words. Day Nine. Only one day remained in Damian's promise of ten days of truth. And suddenly... She wondered whether the final truth would save them or destroy them.

He was a short, square man in a welder's apron, and he did not look up when she came in. "Told you Friday," he said. "I remember." "Told you double rate." "I remember that, too." Mara set a small leather pouch on his desk. "I'd like to pay differently." He glanced at it. Then he sat back, and for the first time looked at her properly. "What is that?" "Open it." He tipped it into his palm. Two heavy gold coins rolled out and lay there, bright as small suns in the dim trailer.

Growing up, I always knew my parents' love had limits. As the Alpha and Luna of the Crescent Ridge pack, they were always incredibly busy. At home, my twin brothers, Jaxon and Wyatt, were constantly fighting and competing, desperate to outdo each other. My parents poured every ounce of their energy into them. As for me, whenever I tried to grasp even a sliver of their attention, they would sigh impatiently, "Harper, can't you just be a little more mature?" I used to think that if I were just mature enough, they would love me a little more. Until one dinner, when Mom prepared Jaxon's favorite steak and Wyatt's favorite soup, even serving them on their own personalized tableware. When i