?Chapter 259:


    Dominic then ced a substantial bet on the table, his expression cold as ever but carrying undeniable authority. “Is this stake enough to get you to y with us?”


    The stack of gleaming gold coins was nearly blinding. Gasps of astonishment rippled through the room. Even I stared at Dominic in awe.


    I tugged at his sleeve anxiously. “What are you doing? I really don’t know how to gamble! What if I lose all this money?”


    Dominic leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. “You can’t lose. If you do, you’ll have to repay me with your body.”


    My anger red, nearly boiling over. “What does this have to do with me?” He was the one who dragged me here and ignored my protests! And I had already said I wasn’t sure how!


    Kabir’s eyes widened at the sight of so much money. His greed was palpable as he rubbed his hands together. “Since you’re so eager, I won’t hold back!”


    “We might not lose,” Dominic said nonchntly. “Let’s get started.”


    “Big talk!” Kabir retorted, grabbing the dice cup and motioning for me to begin.


    With no other option, I steeled myself. My hands trembled as I picked up the dice cup, my palms slick with sweat.


    Dominic leaned closer, his voice low and reassuring. “Don’t be nervous. I’ve got this.”


    I shot him a suspicious look. If he had some secret advantage, why wasn’t he using it himself? But with the situation as it was, I had no choice but to shake the dice and offer myself some silent reassurance. If I lost, it was Dominic’s money at stake.


    The rules were simple: roll the dice, reveal the points, and whoever had the higher score won. The room fell silent, the only sound the rattle of dice in the cups. With a dramatic tter, I set my dice cup down.


    Kabir opened his first, his face lighting up with triumph as he announced a high score. His followers cheered and jeered. “See? Just give up!”


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    My hands trembled, and I hesitated, terrified of failing. How could a novice like me possibly beat a veteran like Kabir? But in that moment, Dominic subtly shifted my dice cup, then lifted it himself and announced a number for me.


    As soon as he spoke, the entire room went silent, and then erupted into loud apuse and cheers. I looked at the dice in disbelief. We actually won!


    Kabir’s face darkened with frustration. “It’s just luck! Keep going!”


    Buoyed by our initial sess, I felt a spark of confidence. I shook the dice cup again, and to my astonishment, we continued to win. The pile of gold coins before us grew higher with each round.


    By the end of thest game, Kabir had lost everything.


    Makenna’s POV:


    The room erupted in chaos, a cacophony of disbelief echoing off the walls. All eyes were glued to the scene unfolding before them. Kabir, the undisputed king of gambling, had finally lost, and no one could wrap their minds around it.


    Even as the victor, I struggled to believe what had just happened. Among all the shocked faces in the room, only Dominic remained unfazed. He cast azy nce at Kabir, who stood frozen in shock, and scoffed, “You acted like you were something special. Turns out you’re just full of hot air. You were looking down on women just a moment ago, and now you can’t even best one.”


    The enormity of the situation still hadn’t fully sunk in for me. Could I really be that skilled? Was there some hidden talent for gambling lurking within me?


    Kabir mmed his fist down on the table, his voice a roar of frustration. “This is impossible! You must have cheated!”


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