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

“I know what he did to your family. I know what he’s done to others. You of all people should want him destroyed.” He didn’t look at me. “Please,” I whispered. “Help me make them pay. I can’t do this alone.” *Begging doesn’t suit you, Tania. * West I sank to my knees anyway. The dirt was cold, but I didn’t care. “You think I care how I look right now? You think I care about pride? I lost everything. I’ll crawl if I have to.” He exhaled slowly. *She’s burning herself from the inside.*

I always gave myself exactly five minutes because five was enough to feel it without being finished by it. First came the grief. Not the loud kind. The quiet settled kind that lives in the body — the grief for something that was never really there to begin with. A marriage that was a transaction. A man who looked through me every single day like I was part of the furniture he had inherited and didn't particularly want. A night I told him something that changed everything. He laughed. Then he said three words that I have never — not once in five years — been able to forget. Prove it's mine.

They looked at me like I was their next meal. The leader, a tall man with dark hair and sharp features, stepped forward. “You’re the bet girl?” he asked, his voice deep. I nodded, my heart pounding, my pussy already throbbing. “Yes,” I said, my voice surprisingly steady. “I lost a bet. So I’m here to be used. Six of you. No limits.” The men smiled. The leader gestured to the bed. “On your knees first, beautiful. Let’s see what that pretty mouth can do.”

I was always the odd one out. The day they got married, I overheard my parents whispering in a back room. "The company needs cash. Let's marry Corinne off to that old partner of ours. It'll get us out of this hole." That "partner" was over fifty, twice divorced, with a nasty reputation. That night, I took my last five thousand dollars and fled to Sicily. Rage was the only thing I had. In that cesspool of blood and bullets, I clawed my way up.

" Jealousy burned in Bianca's eyes. She felt extremely resentful over the fact that Dad treated me so well while Gloria constantly beat and berated her ever since she was a child. Dad immediately transferred 100 million dollars into my account after I hung up. Bianca burst into laughter and exclaimed, "We've got the money now, Anna, so it's time for you to die!" I struggled wildly, but I couldn't free myself from my bindings. My limbs were tightly bound, and I could only helplessly shake my head. "Didn't you promise not to hurt me? I'll give you as much money as you want!" Bianca was clearly enjoying the way I was begging her for mercy. A fierce glint flickered in her eyes before she drove t

I was so tired of being the girl everyone felt sorry for. ​"I'll do it," I said, standing up. "The bet is on. I'll bring a boyfriend to the Gala." I paused, “But I have an extra clause you get to strip down if you lose and I still keep the one grand.” ​The whole backyard seemed to erupt in cheers and whistles. Mason was laughing and high-fiving people. Maverick just looked at me like I had lost my mind. “Done Mamacita? My dick print had nothing to be ashamed of” Meson said, causing everyone to laugh.

All of it—the scheming, the betrayal, the murder—for this. For an empty sidewalk and a future of nothing. Her legs gave out. She crumpled to the dirty concrete, a heap of faded ambition and regret. I turned and walked away. I didn’t look back. I had nothing to look back for.

Ever since my best friend, Aurelia Westbrook, moved in next door, my boyfriend, Xavier Whitmore, couldn’t stop complaining about her. “She’s so completely useless,” he’d scoff. “If she doesn’t know how to cook, she should just order takeout. If she can’t figure out the washing machine, she should take her clothes to the dry cleaner. Why does she have to keep bothering you all the time?” I smiled and tried to explain. “Aurelia’s family went bankrupt. Her mother had to let all the household staff go. Normally, she doesn’t know how to do these things yet.” Xavier still wasn’t convinced. He started making bets with me every single day. “I bet that woman cuts her finger trying to cook again.”

At my engagement dinner, my fiancé announced that the woman he was going to marry was my sister. Mom pressed my hand down, keeping me in my seat. Dad stood beside my sister and raised a glass of champagne for her. It wasn’t until I took off the ring that they all burst out laughing. My sister pulled out her phone from behind the flower arch. “Surprise! We just wanted to see how much you really love him.” On the screen, my mother had voted “She’ll get down on her knees and beg.” My fiancé had voted “She won’t be able to walk away.” I opened my phone and pulled up the invitation from the university’s School of Architecture. They wanted me to join next year’s research project. I hadn’t replied

Bonnie I was in the best mood as I continued enjoying the party. Every now and then, I would look for Enzo. Now, he was holding a fresh glass of champagne, and holding steady conversation with a gentle expression. But I knew him better than anyone. I could see the subtle tightness in his jaw and the rigid posture he forced as he nodded along to an old elder’s story. He was completely miserable. Broken, angry, and drowning in betrayal. ‘Good,’ I thought, taking a slow sip of the sparkling wine. ‘Let him hurt. The deeper the wound, the easier it will be to step in and heal it.’