WAGERED TO THE BILLIONAIRE BLURB Sophia Mitchell never thought she’d be the prize in a high-stakes game of power and control. But when her gambling-addicted husband wagers her in a desperate bet—and loses—she finds herself trapped in the hands of Alexander Hawke, a ruthless billionaire who plays for keeps. Cold, calculating, and dangerously alluring, Alexander doesn’t believe in love. But Sophia isn’t just another pawn in his empire—she’s a challenge, one that ignites a fire in him he never expected. As she fights for her freedom, their dangerous attraction spirals into something deeper, something forbidden. But when betrayals surface and dark pasts unravel, Sophia realizes the most dangerous game isn’t one played with cards—it’s the one being played with her heart. And in Alexander’s world, losing isn’t an option.
Lihat lebih banyak"You’re playing with fire, Alex."I didn’t look up. I kept my eyes on the screen, frozen on an image that had become too familiar—her, curled up on the couch, arms wrapped around her knees like they could keep her from falling apart.“I’m definitely not playing,” I said.Jace leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching me like I’d already lost my mind. “You built an empire by staying detached. Now you’re babysitting a woman you stole in a poker game and stalking her like a lovesick teenager.”“She wasn’t stolen,” I said calmly. “She was handed to me. Mind your choice of words, Jace.”Jace scoffed. “You’ve had tabs on her for three years. You’ve watched her every move. You knew where she shopped, who she spoke to, what time she got home. That’s not interest, Alex. That’s obsession.”I turned then, slowly. “Careful.”“I’m not judging,” he said, hands up. “I’m just saying—be careful. You’ve always been ten steps ahead. But this… this feels like something that could ruin you.”“I’m n
The moment the door closed behind Alexander, I dug into my bad and fished out my phone.I had to speak to my husband. I needed to -Let him know that I wasn't mad at him and he could tell me the truth.I needed to hear him tell me that he's been blackmailed and manipulated by Alexander because I knew he would never do something like this to me.I was already pacing in the room as I dialed his number.The same number I’d called a thousand times before. Through late nights. Stupid fights. Every little moment I once thought meant something.It rang once.Then again.Then someone picked up.But it wasn’t Derek.Oh it wasn't Derek's voice that I heard from the other end of the line.It was a woman's voice.And she was laughing.“Well, well,” she purred. “Look who finally called. Sophia.”The way she said the name with venom dripping from her voice sent shivers down my spine.I froze. “Who is this?”“Oh, honey,” she said between giggles, “does it matter?”“Where’s Derek?” My grip tightened
I didn't get too far before I heard footsteps behind me. I didn't need to turn to know it was Alexander walking behind - and apparently with some of his goons."I’m not going anywhere with you."I said it with every bit of fire left in me, and kept walking.But he didn't stop following me - no the bastard didn't even miss a step.With a sigh I turned to him angrily, “did you not hear a word I said? I am not going anywhere with you! You can't…you can't do this me.”My breath hitched, and I felt my eyes burning with unused tears but I blinked it away - “I'm not some damn property.”“Don't take it personal honey,” he responded without blinking, “I'm a business man so my number one belief is - a deal is a deal. Your husband lost you in the bet so you are mine.”His words slammed with me and I staggered back, my knees suddenly growing too weak to hold me up as I really processed the whole thing again.“I'm not a property!” I yelled - or at least tried to, but the words came out in a broken
"I’ll raise you two hundred... and my wife."Silence.My heart dropped.I turned slowly toward Derek, wondering if I’d heard him wrong. Maybe the champagne had gone to my head. Because there was no way he said what I just thought I heard.But no. He was leaning forward with his usual reckless smirk, fingers twitching over a mountain of poker chips, like he hadn't just thrown me into the pot like an old coin.“What the hell did you just say?” My voice came out calm—too calm for the storm crashing through my chest.A few men chuckled, but I could hear the awkwardness in their chuckles.Hello the whole air was now filled with tension as every eyes around the table turned to us.“Relax, babe.” Derek waved a dismissive hand without even glancing at me. “It’s just a figure of speech. You know how poker talk works—people bet houses, cars, islands. Just keeping the mood fun.”Fun.I walked around the edge of the velvet poker table and stood directly behind him, and I curled my hands into a f
It’s late, and it was raining. Not the heavy dramatic type of rain - the soft drizzle type. The type that made her looked like she was glowing. She’s laughing.Not with me. Not for me. But I hear it anyway.She’s standing outside a gallery in that red dress. One arm around her friend, the other holding a paper cup of wine, like the world hasn’t touched her yet. Like she’s still untouched by the kind of men who ruin beautiful things.Like me.I stay in the car. Watch from across the street with a silence I've perfected over the years. Lights flicker above her, casting shadows that dance across her smile.She doesn’t know I exist. Not yet.But I know her.I know the way she bites the inside of her cheek when she’s nervous. I know she checks her door twice before leaving the house. I know she sleeps on the left side of the bed, always with the window cracked open.And I know she deserves more than the life she’s been handed.I see Derek step out of the corner and whisper something
It’s late, and it was raining. Not the heavy dramatic type of rain - the soft drizzle type. The type that made her looked like she was glowing. She’s laughing.Not with me. Not for me. But I hear it anyway.She’s standing outside a gallery in that red dress. One arm around her friend, the other holding a paper cup of wine, like the world hasn’t touched her yet. Like she’s still untouched by the kind of men who ruin beautiful things.Like me.I stay in the car. Watch from across the street with a silence I've perfected over the years. Lights flicker above her, casting shadows that dance across her smile.She doesn’t know I exist. Not yet.But I know her.I know the way she bites the inside of her cheek when she’s nervous. I know she checks her door twice before leaving the house. I know she sleeps on the left side of the bed, always with the window cracked open.And I know she deserves more than the life she’s been handed.I see Derek step out of the corner and whisper something ...
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