روايات وقصص ضمن You Bet On My Love And Lost Everything

He asked, "Do you know why I can't forget you?" Lexie's voice was a little hoarse, totally different from her previous clearness. "Because the time is short!" Jim smiled. "Well, it's not because the time is short, but because if a person really falls in love with another person, he can keep her in mind for a lifetime. Love is like gambling. It’s often said that one will lose nine out of ten in a gamble. But I don't believe it. I keep betting on one person. I’m addicted when I win, and I want to get back all the things when I lose. You were tender to me, and I was addicted. I don’t know I’ve lost until that thing happened. But I’m reluctant to give up. I want to get everything back, do you un

I looked down at my fingers as I picked at them. He touched my chin, “No one is as perfect for me as you are,” he whispered. “Let’s make a pact then. If we still feel this spark then we would get back together. I don’t want it to feel like an obligation, I want it to be real, promise me?” I brought out my pinky finger. “Whatever you want my love,” he smiled sadly and we made a bet. “By the time I'm done, you better be waiting for me,” he said

He would go for his no matter the danger ahead. "What are we betting on?" I crossed my hands over my chest. I was ready for anything. "A hundred million dollars! Whoever gets the girl to fall in love first, wins." "And who loses?" I asked. "If in two months one doesn't get her to fall in love. Loser gives the winner a hundred million and leaves the country for good.… deal?" Levi stretched his hand out with a stern look. "Deal." I took his hands.

It reminded her of her mother. The aventurine crystal, with its enchanting beauty, became her steadfast companion in moments of uncertainty, a source of solace and strength. Solace and strength were what she desperately needed at that moment as she continued to stare at the ominous letter like staring at it would make it disappear along with all her problems. The warmth she'd felt was short-lived. A text message from her stepfather made her pick up her phone. "I'm back," it said. Her entire universe collapsed. Her palms began to perspire, and she felt her heart almost drop into her stomach.

He read them and slumped on the bed. “No, no, no.” He screamed. So, it was not a dream. He had lost Elena. He had divorced her. His wife was with someone else now. He had let her go. He should have saved her, but instead he betted her. “Urrgghhhhhh.” He bawled at his own eyes and screamed. What kind of a man he had become. He had lost his job and she had supported him. He had lied to her, she still supported him. He raised his hand on her, she still didn’t say a word. Now, he betted her and she is gone. His angel wife was gone. God knows what she must be going through. That bastard must have done terrible things to her. He stood up. He had to bring his wife back. He had to get her back. He

"Forget about it, so, do we have a deal?" "Of course not?" "What? You have no faith in Elias, or are you scared to be with me when I actually win?" "You can't win. You are the one with the most to lose here." He smiled. This was different from his charming smile, "Want to bet on that? If I win, we have sex and do other things couples do, but if I don't, I'll swear my life to you. You can have me killed if you want, that sounds fair? I have nothing to lose, by the way. "

“He’s been hurt before. You have to be completely in this.” “I am,” I said, almost pleading. My chest tightened with the weight of the conversation. “I am.” “Love is sacrifice,” she said, her voice low and firm. “I hope you’re ready to make those sacrifices... and love him no matter what.” I felt a knot in my stomach. I didn’t need to explain myself to anyone, but this conversation... it made everything feel complicated. Part of me wanted to walk away, but I stayed, forcing myself to nod.

My girlfriend, Eliana Hodson, and my so-called best friend, Austin Brock, had this thing for bets. And somehow, I was always the joke. They'd bet on how long I'd wait for them, which puddle I'd slip in when it rained, even whether the crazy-hot pepper Austin snuck into my food would make my nose run. Then Austin went overseas. Eliana and I got married, and I figured their stupid little game was finally over. Yeah. Nope. One night, I was working at a fancy lounge when I walked in on a group playing a betting game called Time Bomb. I set down their drinks just as I heard Eliana. "I lost." Her friends started yelling. "A bet's a bet! Pick a guy and dance with him!" Then Eliana—my wife

That was exactly why she had hated me for the last three years. Since I had lost the wager anyway, there was no point in hiding the truth any longer. "Your mother and I made a wager three years ago. As long as I married you, you wouldn't have to marry that cripple from the Pruitt family." The Cross family legacy, my parents… I had already lost the things I treasured most. I didn't want to lose the last person who mattered to me. But even after more than 20 years by her side, I still couldn't win.

The word echoed bitterly in her mind. Lydia let out a quiet laugh. It tasted like ash. Five million dollars. That was the price of three years? The price of loving someone who had never once chosen her? The price of pretending she wasn’t breaking every single day? Her fingers stopped trembling. Not because the pain was gone. But because something inside her had gone still. Completely still. “I see,” she said softly. And then she signed. Lydia Hart. The ink settled into the paper instantly. Final. Irreversible.