Semua Bab Lucky in Love: Bab 1 - Bab 10

“Karen, the world out there is cruel, dear. People are dishonest. Don’t trust anyone and protect your heart.”That was the advice Karen received from Mrs. Malcolm six months ago when she left Saint Mary’s orphanage.But she was sure it was just the exaggerated concern of a bitter old woman, because her life, after all, seemed like a fairy tale.Karen got a job at a large hotel chain in Las Vegas, and that night she was going to have dinner with Peter Sterling—a rich, handsome, and attentive heir who made her feel special.Peter treated her with a kindness she had never known before. He sent flowers to her work, reminded her when it was time to eat, and told her it was “love at first sight.”She believed him. She wanted to believe him.While waiting for the elevator, Karen smoothed out the simple dress she had bought with her first paycheck. Her hands trembled slightly; her heart beat too fast.That night would be perfect—she was sure he would ask her to be his girlfriend. Maybe even g

Sebastian went to his office and closed the door behind him.The silence there was different from the rest of the house—denser, heavier. He poured himself another whiskey, his third of the night, and sank into the leather armchair behind the desk.Karen was safe in the guest room, and Peter didn’t know where she was. Everything was under control.So why were his hands still shaking slightly?He looked at his left wrist, where the tattoo was 385900 SM. remained like a permanent scar. No matter how many expensive watches he wore to hide it—it was still there. It always would be.Saint Mary.And then, without warning, the memory hit him.Eighteen years ago. Saint Mary’s Orphanage.Sebastian sat in the infirmary, holding an ice pack against his left eye. It hurt like hell, but he wouldn’t let anyone see it. He wouldn’t cry. He never cried.Mrs. Malcolm stood beside him, her lips pressed into a thin line of disapproval. She was strict, always had been, but there was kindness hidden in thos

That same day, Sebastian asked his lawyer to draw up a prenuptial agreement.Richard Chen arrived at the mansion before noon, a leather briefcase under his arm and that carefully neutral expression he wore when he was about to do something dishonest.Karen was sitting on the living room sofa, looking tense.“Miss Karen,” Richard said, opening the briefcase on the coffee table. His voice was professional, courteous, but there was a softness there that Sebastian didn’t recognize.“Would you like to read the terms of the prenuptial agreement before signing?”Karen looked at the papers as if they were a snake about to strike. Her hands trembled slightly as she picked up the document, and Sebastian watched every micro-expression that passed over her face as she read.Confusion first. Then shock. Then something close to panic.“You’re giving me fifty percent of all your money?” She looked up, those dark eyes wide with disbelief. “I can’t accept this.”Sebastian leaned against the wall, arms

When Karen entered the room, the air rushed out of her lungs all at once.Sebastian was standing by the fireplace, impeccably dressed in a black suit, his posture relaxed but alert. Next to him, Richard Chen held a briefcase—a reluctant witness to a marriage that should not be happening. James, the driver, leaned discreetly against the back wall, his face neutral. And in the center, an older man with glasses and a bored expression—the justice of the peace.Karen felt a tightness in her chest and an urge to scream.Run. Get out. This is wrong. That’s what her heart was telling her, but her feet kept moving, one step after another on the cold marble, until she was standing next to Sebastian. He didn’t even look at her. He just checked his watch as if he were at a business meeting.“Let’s begin,” he said to the judge, his tone sharp, leaving no room for discussion.The judge looked at Karen, waiting for confirmation. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Her heart was beating so h

The room was bathed in soft darkness, with only a few lamps lit. Mozart played softly on the sound system—one of Sebastian’s favorite symphonies. And there, sitting in the leather armchair by the fireplace, was he, Sebastian Sterling.Whiskey glass in hand, relaxed posture, as if he were waiting. As if he knew Peter would come.His shrewd eyes met Peter’s without surprise, without fear. Just that haughty arrogance he always had.“What an unpleasant surprise,” Sebastian said, taking a slow sip of whiskey.Peter clenched his hands into fists. “Where is she?”Sebastian tilted his head slightly. “You need to be more specific. ‘She’ could be many people. My maid? Some prostitute you hired and lost?”The provocation was deliberate. Peter knew the game—Sebastian always did this, pushing until Peter lost his temper. And then he used the anger against himself.Not this time.“Don’t play dumb,” Peter said, forcing calm into his voice, “because you’re not.”Sebastian raised an eyebrow, genuinely