Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 139

Chapter 139 

Daniel’s POV 

I sat there, the adrenaline still coursing through my as the last man took his turn. He pulled the trigger, and the silence that followed was heavier than the room had ever been. It had only been a matter of time, but I had done it. I’d made it through…won the game, beat the odds, and walked out with a cool ten million in cash. But that wasn’t the end. 

Rafael looked at me, a flicker of something like respect in his eyes. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming against the table as the other men began to pack up their winnings, grumbling defeated 

“Not bad. Daniel. Not bad at all,” Rafael said, his voice cool but admiring. 

I didn’t smile, didn’t react. My mind was somewhere else entirely. Somewhere far away from this grimy warehouse, far away from the smell of sweat and fear. It was back with her. Christiana. 

I had done it I had won. But it wasn’t about the money, not really. It was about what I could do with it. What I could buy 

And I was going to use it all to get her back 

Rafael studied me, his sharp eyes catching the 

e slight shift in my d 

demeanor. He could see it. He always had. He knew I wasn’t here for the cash. 

“Don’t get too comfortable,” he said, his tone a little more serious now. “There’s another game. $100 million.” 

My heart skipped a beat. I looked at him, locking eyes. “What’s the earch?” 

He smirked, but there was no amusement in his gaze. “This one’s more dangerous. A lot more dangerous. The odds aren’t just against you they’re deadly” 

I didn’t hesitate. The stakes could have been a billion dollars for all I cared. I had one thing on my mind. Christiana. 

“I’m in,” I said, my voice low but unwavering. 

The room fell quiet. Even the men around the table, who had been so eager to leave moments ago, turned their attention to me. They weren’t used to seeing someone like me someone who didn’t hesitate, someone who didn’t flinch at the thought of risking it all. 

Rafael’s face turned serious, his fingers drumming on the table again, slower now, like he was considering how far he could push me. He didn’t know, though. He didn’t know that there was nothing more dangerous than living without Christiana. Nothing that scared me more than the thought of her being lost forever. 

“You don’t understand, Daniel,” Rafael said, his voice lowered. “This game. It’s not just about pulling a trigger. You’re risking your life your future. You think $10 million is a lot! This next round is $100 million, and the consequences go beyond money. People die in that game. I’ve seen it. And you you’re not the same man you were before. You’ve got things to lose now.” 

1 stared at him, not blinking. “I’ve lost everything already.” 

Rafael hesitated, his eyes narrowing. He was trying to figure me out, trying to see if I was bluffing. But there was no bluff. He wasn’t the only one who could read people. 

“You think you can handle it?” he asked, his voice turning harder now. “You think you can play against men who have no fear of dying? Men who will do anything to win?” 

I didn’t flinch. “I’m not afraid of dying. I’m afraid of not living” 

Rafael looked at me for a long moment. His eyes searched mine, but he found nothing but conviction. Finally, he gave a small nod, almost like he was conceding that there was no changing my mind. 

“Alright,” he said. “You’re in. But I’m telling you, Daniel this is a whole new level. You think you’re ready? You think you can come back from this if It goes wrong?” 

I didn’t answer, I didn’t need to. My mind was already made up. 

All I could think about was Christiana. The way she looked when she cried in my arms. The way she had clung to me like I was the only thing keeping her alive. She wasn’t with Alex because she loved him. No. She was with him because of the kids, because of the life she thought she had to seule for. 

But I wasn’t going to let her settle. I wasn’t p to let her go. I’d risk anything everything to get her back. 

Rafael gave a sigh, then leaned in, lowering his voice. “Just remember, Daniel you wanted this. When the bullets start flying, don’t conse crying to 

I locked eyes with him, my voice a low growls” don’t need anyone’s help. I’m doing this for me.” 

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Chapter 135 

I stood up, the cash in front of me a reminder of the price I was willing to pay. But it wasn’t the money that drove me anymore. It was her. It was Christiana 

“Get ready for the game,” I said, my voice filled with nothing but boldness. “Because I’m coming for what’s mine” 

I didn’t expect to win the first round. Hell I didn’t expect to make it out alive. But here I was, hands shaking just slightly as I counted the money that Rafael had pushed in front of me. Ten million dollars. Ten million. And it was just the beginning. 

I should’ve been afraid. I should’ve felt fear, but I didn’t. Not really. There was a part of me that wanted to die. No, not in some 

suicidal sense. the sense that, if it happened now, it wouldn’t matter. If I got shot, at least I’d die trying. Trying to get Christiana back. Trying to show the world that I wasn’t just some broke kid anymore, struggling to survive. No, I was more than that now, I had to be. I had nothing left to lose. 

And that’s when it all started to shift 

Round after round, the luck seemed to be on my side. I played like a man possessed, like someone who knew that if the bullet was meant for me, it would come, no matter what. So I might as well enjoy the ride. I stared down the barrel of the gun, heart pounding in my chest, and pulled the trigger again and again. 

Each time, I kept winning. Every time the chamber clicked empty, I could feel the tension in the air crackle like a live wire. My hands didn’t tremble anymore. It became second nature. A rhythm, a dance with death. I was in it for the long haul now. 

The money kept piling up, I wasn’t just winning tens of thousands, not anymore. I was walking away with millions. At first, it was a mish, a wild adrenaline high. But by the time I’d won my fifth game, the thrill of it had faded. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the 

The game and Christiana. 

I was moving up in the world, faster than I ever could have imagined. Each win was another step 

p toward my goal. Rafael, though, he was looking at me with a mixture of awe and concern. He had seen men fold under the pressure, seen them crack. But I didn’t. 

I wasn’t like them. 

“How are you doing this?” he asked, shaking his head as we watched the others at the table. I didn’t answer. There was no need to. 

But I had my reasons. 

When I’d made it through the tenth round, I didn’t just win the game. I won everything. The odds were astronomical. A hundred million dollars in cash. I’d never seen that much money in my life. But I wasn’t playing for the money anymore. I was playing for power, for control. For the right to say that I had the life I wanted, that I could take it from whoever stood in my way, 

And it happened. I kept winning. 

I made it to the final game. The big one. The one that no one had ever won before. The one with the hundred million on the line. 

I wasn’t scared. Not even à liule bit. 

I don’t know when it happened, when I stopped playing for the money and started playing for something else. Maybe it was the first time I saw Christiana’s face in my mind as I pulled the trigger. Maybe it was the thought of her being with Alex, being trapped in a life she didn’t want. 

Alexander Williams Alistair that was the obstacle in my way. But he wasn’t invincible. And I was starting to see that maybe, just maybe, the universe. was on my side. 

By the end of the week, I was a billionaire. Not a millionaire. A billionaire. I didn’t even know how it happened so fast. But it did. A week Seven days. And just like that, the man who used to beg for scraps on the docks was walking into boardrooms, signing contracts, shaking hands with CEOS. I was buying properties, buying companies. Not just little ones either. Big, powerful, global corporations. It felt like 1 was riding a wave, and I wasn’t about to let it crash.