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Maybe you guys should help her! What could go wrong?
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Maybe you guys should help her! What could go wrong?
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A Foolish Bet | part 2
Warnings: angst and angst
Part 1 Part 3
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The silence in the room was deafening. Max shifted uncomfortably in his seat, realizing the slip of his tongue had shattered the evening’s lighthearted atmosphere. Charles cleared his throat, exchanging a look with the others.
“Uh, maybe we should leave,” Charles muttered, standing up. “Give you two some space.”
The group nodded quickly, their laughter and easy camaraderie forgotten as they filed out, offering awkward goodbyes. Max lingered for a moment, looking guilty, but Lando shot him a sharp glare that sent him scurrying after the others.
Once the door clicked shut, it was just the two of you. The air between you felt heavy, charged with unspoken tension.
You turned to Lando, tilting your head slightly, a look of innocent curiosity on your face. “What was the bet about?”
Lando froze. He could feel his pulse pounding in his ears, his breath catching in his throat.
You frowned, noticing his sudden discomfort. “Lando?” you prompted softly, stepping closer to him. “What was the bet? It’s not a big deal, is it?”
“It’s… It’s nothing, love,” he said quickly, his voice tight, trying to dismiss it.
Your brows furrowed. “It didn’t sound like nothing. Max said you won. What did you win?”
He couldn’t lie to you. Not anymore. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his curls, his mind racing for the right words. “It’s complicated,” he started, his voice barely above a whisper.
“How complicated can it be?” you asked, your tone still gentle, but there was a flicker of doubt in your eyes now.
Lando felt his chest tighten. He knew this was his chance to come clean, but the thought of losing you paralyzed him. “Sweetheart, can we just… Can we talk about this later?”
“Why later?” you asked, your voice firmer now. “Why can’t you tell me right now? Lando, what aren’t you saying?”
He hesitated, and in that moment, your patience cracked.
“Lando,” you said again, your voice trembling now. “What was the bet?”
He looked at you, and the pain in his eyes made your stomach twist.
“It was about you,” he admitted finally, his voice breaking.
You blinked, confused. “Me? What about me?”
He swallowed hard, his gaze dropping to the floor. “Max and Charles bet me… They bet me I couldn’t make you fall for me.”
The words hit you like a physical blow. Your mouth fell open slightly as you tried to process what he’d just said.
“A bet,” you repeated, the weight of the revelation slowly sinking in. “You made me fall in love with you because of a bet?”
“No, love, it’s not like that,” Lando said quickly, his voice desperate now. He stepped closer, but you took a step back, shaking your head. “It started as a bet, yes, but it changed. I fell for you, really, truly fell for you. This isn’t a game to me, I swear.”
Your hands trembled as you crossed your arms, your mind spinning. “So… all those times you talked to me, all those ‘coincidental’ meetings at the café… That was all part of some plan?”
“At first, yes,” he admitted, his voice small. “But it wasn’t long before it stopped being about the bet. I love you. I love you, more than anything. You have to believe me.”
Tears pricked at your eyes, but you blinked them back, refusing to let them fall. “How am I supposed to believe anything you say now?”
“Because I’m telling you the truth,” Lando pleaded, his voice cracking. “You’re my everything, my world. Please don’t let this ruin us.”
You shook your head, your throat tightening. “I need… I need some air.”
“Wait,” Lando said, reaching for you, but you stepped away. “Please, don’t go. Let’s talk about this.”
“I can’t,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. Without another word, you grabbed your coat and left, the door shutting softly behind you.
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Reader POV
The chill of the night air hit your face as you stepped outside, but it did little to cool the storm of emotions swirling inside you. Betrayal, anger, confusion , they all vied for dominance, leaving you feeling hollow.
Your feet carried you on autopilot to your best friend’s apartment. By the time you arrived, your heart was heavy, and tears were threatening to spill over.
Your friend opened the door, immediately sensing something was wrong. “What happened?” she asked, pulling you into a hug.
The moment her arms wrapped around you, the dam broke. You sobbed against her shoulder, the weight of Lando’s betrayal crashing down on you.
“He made me fall in love with him because of a bet,” you choked out between sobs.
Your friend’s grip tightened, and she guided you to the couch, letting you cry it out as she stroked your hair. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “You didn’t deserve that.”
You sat there for hours, replaying everything in your mind. Every laugh, every kiss, every whispered promise, it all felt tainted now. How could something that had felt so real be built on a lie?
And yet, there was a part of you , a small, fragile part that wanted to believe him. To believe that his feelings had been real, that he wasn’t the same boy who had taken that bet months ago.
But you weren’t sure if you could.
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Author’s Note:
The story doesn’t end here. Part 3 will explore what happens next, but whether forgiveness is possible remains to be seen. Stay tuned😘🫣
