روايات وقصص ضمن You Bet On My Love And Lost Everything

I don't know why I care so much if he was in love with her or not. "He will not give up" "Fine! It is competition then, what should I bet on? If I lose, I will set you free and write off your debt but if you lose, you are going to bear a son for me, how does that sound? I promise you that I have never lost on a bet and no police has charged in through my gates, it won't start with you Isabella, just a warning, so is it a bet or not"

As I sat there, surrounded by the wreckage of my living room, I felt like I was at rock bottom. I had never felt so lost and alone in my life. I didn't know how to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart, or how to move on from the pain and betrayal that Gael had inflicted on me.

My home. "I love you," he confessed, weakening my knees. "I love you too," and we sealed our passion with a kiss, a silent promise made right there and then. We would overcome anything that life could throw at us. A/N: sorry for the lack of updates on Lust and Loyalty. I lost someone really dear to me and it messed me up 💔

I stopped talking when I remembered the bet, I gasped my heart nearly skipping a beat, yeah we fucking lost, how can I forget something so important? I placed my hands on my head "we lost" I whispered, suddenly I wasn't sleepy anymore, I was now dizzy, it feels like the world is spinning "Do you remember now?" Julian questioned taking a sip from his mug, I glared at him angrily"you jerk if you knew you weren't as good as he was why would you fucking make a bet in the first place and even get me involved" I bit out my heart still pounding against my best.

“Amy, I’ve made things right. I made Lily get rid of the baby and divorced her. There’s nothing between us anymore! And my mom, she hurt you, I know. I sent her out of the country. You won’t ever have to see her again!” He listed everything he’d done. However, every choice he made for my sake, the colder my face became. “Sam, the one who truly hurt me wasn’t your mom or Lily. It was you. So please do me a favor and stay away from me. Don’t show up in my life again.” His eyes filled with sadness, but he wasn’t giving up yet. “Amy, can’t I have one more chance to make it up to you? I love you!” “But I don’t love you anymore!”

His words hung in the air, a heavy indictment, hitting me with the force of a physical blow. He smiled again, that same bitter, broken smile. “See, Damien. I’m right.” His eyes, though still swimming with tears, held a new, frightening clarity. “Damien, do you enjoy seeing me hurt? Did you chase me for months because you made a bet with your ex-girlfriend? Now that you’ve won, you came back to her. Am I really just a bet? Is my love for you that cheap?” My world tilted. A bet? The word echoed in my head, cold and sharp. “A bet?” I stammered, completely shocked. My mind reeled.

He started seeing ghosts, hallucinating me busy in the kitchen, only to stumble in and find nothing but dust on the stove. Every rainy night, he’d drive to the exact intersection where I’d lost the baby and sit there in the dark until dawn. He lost the taste for life; alcohol and nicotine were his only companions in the abyss. While he sank, I was standing at the peak of the international medical world, bathed in sunlight.

In a frenzy, Alicia blurted, "Win, and it's all yours! Lose, and you still get two-fifths!" I clapped once. "Deal! You've got yourself a bet!"

Being naturally competitive, I must take first place in any game. So, when someone on the yacht suggests playing the no-looking-back game, everyone laughs and says I'm sure to win. The rule is that I stay where I am and can't turn around. If I do, I lose. My girlfriend, Selena Hodge, and good friend, Ivan Motley, stand behind me. Meanwhile, my older brother, Mack Carson, is in charge of finding a way to trick me into looking back. Not long after the game starts, Mack suddenly shouts, "Chuck, Selena is holding Ivan's hand!" When Mack sees that I don't even bat an eye, he says with a smile, "You're really not going to look back? Those two are already hugging." I remain unmoving. That is,

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.”