Wedding bet

It was a busy night in the city of Las Vegas. Ethan hurriedly put on his coat and left the house before Ashley arrived. Sometimes he had to sneak away so that his daughter wouldn't see him. She always got upset because she knew Ethan would spend what he no longer had on gambling.

He entered the casino with hurried steps. His blood boiled as much as his mouth watered when he thought about the amount of money he could win that night. Ethan was addicted, and he knew it. He had lost his wife and almost all of his fortune. He was a nearly bankrupt man, but he bet daily that luck would be on his side.

He bought some chips, sat down at a table with four other guys, and just as the game was about to start, a man Ethan knew well sat down, joining them.

"What are you going to bet tonight, Ethan?" Oliver, his former business partner who had stolen a large portion of his fortune, sat in front of him, wearing a mocking smile.

"Are you here to steal from me again because you didn't succeed the first time?" Ethan didn't look him in the eye.

"We're in a casino," Oliver spread his arms, "come on, make your bet."

Ethan thought about it. If he bet something highly valuable, he would have a chance to recover much of what Oliver had stolen from him. The problem was that Ethan didn't think about the consequences.

"I bet my house," he said.

Oliver laughed. He was one of the richest men in Las Vegas. Properties were something he had all over the state of California.

"I want a significant bet," Oliver shouted, "come on, raise the stakes. I bet every part you say I stole."

But Ethan had nothing of value to bet except the house and the car. He also couldn't let this big chance slip away from his hands so easily.

"What do you think about your daughter?" Oliver suggested, "how old is she? Eighteen, nineteen?"

"I would never bet my daughter," Ethan stood up agitated, "not to a man like you."

"Think about it, Ethan," Oliver insisted, "if you win, you can reclaim your inheritance. If you lose, your daughter will marry me, and you'll have a reasonably good life again."

It seemed like a good deal, Ethan thought. Because deep down, he was already tired of living that life. He was getting old, and Ashley wouldn't be by his side forever.

"Are you going to marry Ashley?" Ethan couldn't think straight anymore.

"And that would make her very happy," he said with great certainty, "in this bet, you have nothing to lose."

Oliver used all his weapons to convince Ethan that this was the best choice.

"I accept," he said, feeling his legs tremble, "if you win, promise me you'll give my daughter a decent life."

"She will have a princess's life," Oliver said, but Ethan didn't know if he could trust him.

Then they started the first round. Ethan sweated, trying not to lose concentration. Every time he sat there, he played his games believing he would win. Ethan rarely won a game, and he hoped that this time luck would be on his side. The players were showing their hands, and Ethan's hope was ignited every time a card was revealed. But Oliver would be the last; Ethan would only be fortunate if he had the best hand. He showed his cards and watched his opponent's face carefully, but he couldn't decipher it. When Oliver revealed his cards, a cry of joy filled the casino.

Ethan could hardly believe it; he had lost the bet, and now Ashley would have to marry Oliver.

"Today is my lucky day," Oliver shouted, "I have a wife."

But Ethan didn't seem happy. Sadness invaded his heart, and he immediately thought about undoing the agreement.