Her Trap Chapter 1

"My fiancée was kidnapped by my rival, crying and begging me to save her.

My rival taunted, ""Bet me. If you win, I'll return your fiancée and transfer my assets to you.

""If you lose, I'll take your assets, and your life!""

My fiancée, her face streaked with tears, subtly urged me to accept.

I knew it was an elaborate trap they had set together.

But I still accepted the wager.

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""Jason, save me!""

My fiancée, Selena, was crying, her face streaked with tears.

She was bound to a chair, unable to move, her large eyes continuously shedding tears as she looked at me.

Around her stood several burly bodyguards, each one incredibly muscular.

There was no way for me to get close to Selena, let alone rescue her from such a heavy guard.

The one who had kidnapped her was my sworn rival, Derek Jensen.

He was my company's biggest competitor. We had battled for years, countless business wars, and had long become thorns in each other's sides.

Previously, I had always bested him, building my company into the industry leader.

He hated me to the core; every time he saw me, he wanted to flay me alive.

A day ago, Selena had gone out alone for a nail appointment and hadn't returned. Her phone was also off.

It wasn't until evening that I received a desperate call from Selena, saying she had been kidnapped by Derek.

To save my fiancée, I came alone to the rendezvous.

The location was a Jensen family construction site, a building not yet topped out.

We were on the rooftop of the 20th floor. Derek sat on a sofa smoking a cigar, while Selena was bound to a chair not far away, surrounded by Derek's men.

He looked at me, applauding approvingly: ""Good, coming alone. You've got guts.""

""What are your terms to release her?""

I looked at him coldly.

What he wanted was nothing more than for me to give up the bidding for the land in Southfield, or perhaps to leave the industry entirely.

Sure enough, Derek stood up, still exhaling smoke: ""It's simple. You and I make a wager. If you win, I'll release Selena and transfer all my assets to you, withdrawing from the real estate industry forever.

""If you lose, you give all your assets to me, and… your life.""

""Of course, publicly, you'll announce your successful retirement and take care of yourself. I'm a law-abiding citizen, you see, haha.""

With that, he pulled out a contract and waved it: ""I've already drafted the contract; it's real and legally binding.""

""A wager?"" I hesitated for a moment.

Selena cried even louder, her face soaked with tears. ""Jason, save me, I want to go home.""

""Please save me! It's just a gamble, you can definitely win.""

Selena's mournful cries echoed in my ears.

Derek laughed: ""Time is running out for you. Decide quickly. If you don't agree, I'll throw her down.""

As he spoke, two burly bodyguards lifted Selena from the chair and forcefully suspended her from a crane hook, leaving her dangling 20 stories high.

Selena screamed, terrified, continuously yelling: ""Save me, Jason, I'm so scared, put me down.""

""It's best not to struggle, or you'll fall and splatter into a mess of flesh and bone,"" Derek chuckled, threatening her.

Selena didn't dare to open her eyes and look down. With that reminder, she stopped squirming. She stared straight at me, crying.

""I'm so scared, save me……""

""So? Have you decided? She can't hold on much longer."" Derek turned his head to look at me, smugly.

I was still hesitating.

My father was known as the ""King of a Thousand Aces"" in the gambling world.

With his incredibly skilled gambling, he had held the title of World Gambling King for over a decade.

Afterward, he retired honorably and started in the real estate industry.

It was then that he set a rule, forbidding his descendants from touching gambling.

But now, I was about to violate the family rule.

Seeing my prolonged hesitation, Selena's face was etched with despair: ""Jason, actually, yesterday I wasn't getting my nails done. I was at the hospital for a check-up… I'm pregnant. You're going to be a father, Jason.""