Crippled Queen Of The Casino Novel by Sabrina Hart _ Novel





Crippled Queen Of The Casino Chapter 01

Raegan Nother's right hand carried a 50-million-dollar bounty on the black market.
For Damian Lewett, she walked away from a full-ride Ivy League mathematics program and descended into the cutthroat world of the casinos.
She became the city's elite dealer, and her hands won Damian a gambling empire, one life-or-death wager at a time.
In the high-stakes games of her life, she always stayed calm, precise, and had never once faced total defeat.
She had taken bullets for him, pulled the trigger in rounds of Russian roulette, and accounted for every blood-soaked chip he owned.
Everyone called her "Ms. Nother" with respect and believed that she would one day rule this neon-lit, sleepless city by his side.
She believed it, too.
Until a girl named Matilda Chelmeke showed up.
Matilda was nothing more than a clumsy trainee dealer in the VIP lounge.
On her very first shift, she spilled a cup of hot coffee all over Damian's custom, six-figure suit.
Raegan watched with cold detachment, ready to have the girl dragged out and punished for such a massive blunder.
But Damian, the man notorious for his hair-trigger temper, suddenly froze.
Instead of lashing out, he pulled out a pristine white silk handkerchief to gently dab the coffee from the girl's hand, his hands even trembling. "Did you get burned?"
Raegan's own fingers curled into a tight fist until her knuckles turned white.
She recognized that face.
It was the mirror image of Renee Daulton—Damian's first love, who had been killed in a gang shootout seven years ago.
From that moment on, Damian was unhinged.
For Matilda's sake, he tore up a century-old code of conduct that had governed the casino since its inception.
When her rookie mistakes cost the house tens of millions, Damian didn't even flinch. He simply wrote it off with a shrug. "Consider it the price of the lesson she learned," he said casually.
Because she hated the smell of smoke, he quit a decade-long cigar habit overnight.
When she only casually mentioned one night that she wanted to see the sea, he walked out on a multi-billion-dollar merger just to take her out on his yacht to watch the sunrise.
Raegan watched it all, her pride stripped away by this reckless, obsessive favoritism.
She began to strike back, her moves becoming more ruthless with every turn, mirroring her aggressive style at the high-stakes tables.
She used her executive power to banish Matilda to the chaos of the main floor; that same afternoon, Damian made the girl his personal assistant.
Raegan had a subordinate plant a dead rat in Matilda's chip box; the next day, Damian had that man's hand taken and replaced the box with one crafted from solid gold.
Finally, acting as a majority shareholder, Raegan forced HR to terminate Matilda; by the next morning, Damian had signed over his most profitable casino to Matilda's name.
It all came down to that night. Raegan sat in Damian's place on a cruise ship in international waters, facing his greatest rival in a high-stakes game.
If she won, Damian's empire would be unrivaled. If she lost, she would leave behind her right hand and half her life.
Ten grueling hours later, she walked away from the table, her hand trembling. She had won.
But just as the helicopter touched down on the deck to collect her, Damian received a message. Matilda had been cornered in an alleyway near the casino and was terrified.
Without so much as a glance at Raegan, Damian turned to board the helicopter again.
"Are you really going to abandon the empire you just won... all for some dealer?"
Raegan asked, her chin tilted up in a sharp, mocking line.
"Shut up." He stopped in his tracks. "What will it take for you to stop these pathetic, vicious attacks?"
Raegan laughed, her eyes cold as ice. "It's impossible. As long as she has that face, she makes me sick."
"If you want someone to pay, make it me." Damian's eyes were fixed on her, hard and unwavering. "I'm the one who forced her to stay. She's innocent. She has no part in this."
Raegan squeezed the bloodstained chip so hard her knuckles turned white. "Fine. Then put your life on the line. You die, and I'll let her walk."
The words had barely left her mouth when Damian drew his piece, chambered a round without a second thought, and pressed the barrel against his chest.
"Damian!"
Raegan's voice broke into a scream as she lunged for him.
The shot cracked through the air.
Crimson bloomed across his white shirt, soaking the fabric instantly.
He didn't fall. He just stood there, deathly pale, staring her down. "Are you satisfied now? Consider the debt paid."
Without another word, he pressed a hand over the wound and boarded the helicopter, never looking back.
Raegan stood frozen, staring at the raw, dark pool of blood on the deck. It hit her then—seven years of loyalty, sacrifice, and high-stakes gambles had been nothing but a punchline to a cruel joke.
Tears blurred her vision as she clamped her hand shut, the sharp edges of the chip cutting into her skin.
Back at the villa, she pulled out a set of documents that had been buried for years. Seven years ago, she had entered into a high-stakes agreement with Damian's mother, Lydia Lewett.
The deal was simple: if she could successfully build Damian's reputation and secure his place as the king of the gambling world, Lydia would finally bless their relationship.
But after seven long years of sacrifice, what did she have to show for it?
After a heavy silence, she finally sent a message to Lydia.
"I'm folding. The bet is over.
"I don't want to be his wife anymore either."

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