Novel & Cerita Wager Island

As Caleb settled into his office, Sebastian presented him with a major project. "Mr. Fergerson, this is a collaboration project with Automobile Maestros Group. As a top global luxury car brand, they're seeking a partnership with us. However, the risk involved in this project exceeds our maximum capacity. Most importantly, they want to sign a wager agreement," Sebastian reported. A wager agreement offered substantial rewards but also entailed high risks. Successfully securing the project could double Fergerson Corporation's market value. Automobile Maestros had never chosen to collaborate so extensively with another company before. It seemed they were planning something big.

Daniela's POV After Antonio Vinci hung up the phone and saw how swiftly I had signed, he suddenly smiled. He slid his arms around my waist and intimately asked, "Why are you so obedient, Daniela? If I asked you to die for me, would you do it?" "Maybe." Resting his chin on my shoulder, he closed the folder and said, "This is a marriage agreement. Are you happy that I'm finally marrying you?" I gave a slight nod. "Weddings are a lot of work. That includes setting the date, picking the rings, dress fittings, and arranging the guest list. We're going to be busy."

She slid into his arms and he leaned over her, his face inches away from hers. "Yeah?" "Shut up and kiss me." He did. The staff lined the pier to wave goodbye as Mark, Myra, Maddy, their friends, and Jasmine and her colleagues left the Island. Captain Wales and his crew took them smoothly over the water towards Guadeloupe, and when they arrived a small fleet of vehicles waited to take them to the Airport.

Under the terms of the wager agreement, those returns did not count toward sales volume. In other words, White Cosmos No. 1 had already overtaken Cosmos No. 2, not by 50%, but completely. "We can't lose the wager!" Veins stood out on Elijah's forehead. "Cosmos No. 2 is finished. We've been completely screwed. But we cannot lose the wager. If we take White Cosmos No. 1, we can still come out ahead." Benjamin reacted at once. "You mean fake the sales?" "That's the only way," Elijah said coldly.

Joker asked. “The Island is a place that houses several facilities. There’s Pink Velvet, which is a basic whore house and training facility. Then there is the Pleasure Palace where women who aren’t bought at auction after three tries go. They’re there to service elite members and provide them with children from good stock and then there’s Dark Desires. Dark Desires is for people like me who won’t submit. I can’t even begin to describe the things that happen there. All I can say is that there have been three people who have died while living in the facility.” She said, sighing.

Wade demanded to know. Archer once again tore his gaze from mine. “I don’t owe you any reasons why I came. She’s mine I want her now end of story,” “She’s fourteen, you sick bastard let her stay with me until she turns eighteen,” Wade grits through clenched teeth. “You live on Isla Martago?” Wade nods. “Yes, and you can pick her up from there,” Archer raises his brow. “My name is Archer, Isla Martago.” Wade's eyes go wide.

My eyes looked around at the other bitches in the room; the one I was fucking when Paige caught me was now on the carpeted floor, tired and sleeping. I returned my gaze to Bitch No. 5. She is one of the new whores on the island, another European bitch recruited by Chase, and I'm already impressed. Chase has constantly been giving us new high-class whores and not just any cheap prostitutes. Chase's optimism to look for sluts to work for him is suitable to a fault that all sexual desires of our associates and guests hiding here in Agrianthropos City were satisfied by the so-called Chase's angels. The island offers not only pussies but also casinos, clubs, resorts, beaches, and other things...

He kept that devilish grin on his face the entire time. I needed to think of something quick. When we get to... That was when I realized I had no idea where we were going. "Where are we going?" I asked immediately. He looked up with that annoying smile again. I could clearly see it on his face. You are so stupid to get on a plane before knowing where you are going. "Isle de la Guerra." He stated as though I should know where that bloody place is. I furrowed my brow. He looked at me and sighed. "It's a private island near Hawaii that I bought a few months ago." He stated then went back to his laptop...

Chapter 2: (Sophia’s POV) My hands trembled as I scrolled through the headlines on my phone, my pulse racing with every word. BREAKING NEWS: Billionaire Damien Lancaster Secretly Weds in Vegas! Who Is the Mystery Woman Who Stole New York’s Most Eligible Bachelor? Vegas Wedding Shock: Damien Lancaster’s Unexpected Bride Revealed! Every major media outlet had picked up the story. My throat felt tight. My chest heaved with shallow breaths. This couldn’t be real.

The weight of his stupidity finally hit him. The dealer cleared the table. A few of the other men mumbled and stood to leave. But I just stood there, frozen. What on earth just happened? I looked at Derek who also looked as shocked as I felt - had was just gazing at the table, sweat dripping down his folded forehead Was he just realising what he just did? Was he realising finally that he just wagered his wife like some damn property off to a stranger? A sharp pain twisted my heart, making it almost difficult to breathe.