Damsel in Distress The Bet

chapter 1

Katie POV

My dad shouted from the living room, “Katie, hurry, I will be late for the meeting.”

“Young Miss, how long will it take you to get dressed? Should I come up and get you myself?” Dad kept yelling.

Why I must accompany him to this meeting is beyond me. He is disrupting my calm because he has a pointless meeting, and I have things to accomplish. A lot of the time, my dad forces me to gamble with him.

When I walked into the room and saw him standing there in this tuxedo suit, I immediately rolled my eyes.

I simply followed him in silence without saying anything. “Took you long enough, let's go, I am running out of time.”

He questioned, already enraged, “Young Miss, can't you lock the door?”

I mockingly said, “Take a look, Dad, my hands are tired,” as I showed him my rainbow-painted nails.

He said angrily, “Where are your manners, young lady? Let's cut this bullshit, shall we?” I grinned at him because, when he's upset, he has the face of a giant clown.

“Since Mum doesn't own any expensive jewelry and, as far as I know, barely stays with her married gambler, Dad, can we just leave the house now?” I said as I started to walk to the car.

As I was taking pictures to send to my friend, I asked my Dad, “Do you know who you are Gambling with today?”

“I am going to win a lot today, girl, this individual is simply a youngster in my eyes,” he exclaimed with a smile.

I looked at him and said, “remember the last time you said this Mother had to pay your debt?”

He responded while still grinning, “Oh my dear don't worry you simply distract the player and leave the rest for me”

The journey was silent. I carried on talking to my best friend.

I went inside the casino. Due to the blue color of the utilized bulb, it was dark. This place always has a pleasant and welcoming odor.

I made my way over to the bar to get a quick beverage. I detest drinking since it gives me a headache the next day.

Furthermore, I got my drink from the bartender and headed over to where they typically gambled. As I got closer, I saw my father laughing heartily with his cronies. Before approaching, I muttered to myself, “Junks of gamblers, old fools.”

One of my dad's friends said, “Ahhh, I can see you are here with the little witch today, make sure you distract all our players well girl, I don't want to lose.”

They first nicknamed me a little witch and said I was born for this kind of thing…

“Ugh… Next time, you i***t, don't stand in the road.” She hit me and was unable to even express regret.

This thug jolted me out of my reverie. She punched me before calling me an i***t as she left. I'm glad I missed seeing her face. I pondered this as I got up from the ground and went in the door to the casino.

Furthermore, I waited at the far end for my dad and his companion so that I might draw the opponent's attention away from them. My dad's turn is awful.

I was astounded to see my dad's competitor, a female wearing a two-piece suit. She appeared to be someone in her late twenties or early thirties.

“A woman wants to gamble with me?” Hahaha… She remained quiet, staring at him with boredom as my dad laughed, “You would like to go home poor and in tears.” I could hear and see him bragging once more.

She didn't have a drink with her, so I had to give her one to divert her. I went to her back and kept the drink by her side as I said, “I think you need this.”

She didn't respond; instead, she simply stared at me, then the drink, and turned to face my father, who was laughing and joking with his buddies about how wealthy he would be today.

“Let's get started!” Wow, don't undervalue this woman; she is a boss in this situation. She continued to amass all of my dad's money.

She smirked and replied, “800 million.” She must have known my dad didn't have any money on him because I was making every effort to divert her attention.

I could see my father was furious. His face was already pretty red. He spun around, shoving all the women off his shoulders, then had a short conversation with his friends.

“I bet with my daughter” he remarked as he turned around, which was the most stunning thing I had ever heard.

Most people were shouting and complaining, and as I stood there astonished with tears already brimming in my eyes, she turned around and grinned. My father was still laughing with his friend.

“You can't do that, Dad”. I began speaking before she interrupted me.

This was the first time she had spoken since they began playing, “Deal, let's do it.”