Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lucky in Love: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Karen woke up with the sun streaming into the room through the curtains she had forgotten to close. For a moment—just one blessed moment—she didn’t remember where she was. She thought she was back at the orphanage, that it had all been a horrible dream.Then she saw the high, ornate ceiling. The crystal chandelier. The immaculate white walls she would never see at Saint Mary’s.Mrs. Sterling.Karen closed her eyes again, wishing she could go back to sleep and wake up to a distinct reality. But her stomach growled with hunger. She got up, smoothed her hair, and put on the same dress she had worn the day before.The smell of toast and something cooking guided her to the dining room.Sebastian was sitting at the head of the table, wearing an impeccable suit with the newspaper open in front of him.Karen stopped at the entrance, suddenly shy. “Good morning,” she said, her voice coming out embarrassed, almost a whisper.Sebastian turned the page of the newspaper without looking up. “Good m

Karen stood alone in the dining room, looking at all the surrounding luxury.The crystal chandelier, the polished mahogany table reflecting the light like a mirror. The enormous windows overlooking Vegas—the city that promised dreams and delivered nightmares.This should have been the dream of every girl who grew up in an orphanage. To live in a place like this, never worry about money again, have everything she always wanted but could never have.But Karen felt miserable.The luxury felt suffocating. The walls were too white, the furniture too expensive, everything too perfect. There was no life there. There was no warmth. It was like living inside a home decor magazine—beautiful to look at, impossible to feel at home in.She hugged herself, still wearing the crumpled dress she had gotten married in, feeling small and out of place.Soft footsteps pulled her out of her thoughts.The butler approached with a serious, professional expression. He was holding something small and rectangul

The hospital was plunged into silence—only the beeping of the monitors filled the white emptiness of the room. A woman with black hair and a fragile appearance was lying in bed.“I want to go home...” Lindsay murmured, her voice fragile, turning to Peter.He squeezed her hand gently. “You will, my love. Soon.”The lie burned on his tongue. He knew she didn’t have the strength, but he couldn’t bear to let her lose hope.“The doctor said they haven’t found a compatible donor yet.” Her eyes sought his, not for an answer, but for the truth.Peter took a deep breath, the world collapsing inside him. “I’ll find a way. I promise.”“Peter...” She smiled sweetly—a dangerous, farewell smile. “I’ve had a beautiful life with you. If my time has come, I want to go in peace.”The pain that pierced his chest was so brutal that it took his breath away. There was no reality in which Lindsay wasn’t alive. She was the center, the reason, the axis of everything.“Don’t ever say that again.” His voice was

Karen and Sebastian were sitting in the back seat of the car. He was typing quickly on his cell phone, answering emails without taking his eyes off the screen, as if the whole world depended on every word he sent.Karen watched him discreetly. His gray eyes, always intense, were even sharper now with concentration. His posture was impeccable, rigid, as if even his breathing was planned.“Don’t you ever allow yourself to relax?” she asked, finally breaking the silence.“I’m a business executive, Karen.” He didn’t look away from his phone. “I can’t afford that kind of luxury.”“Why?” she insisted, seeking more than the obvious answer.This time, he paused. He took a deep breath, put his phone away, and finally looked at her.“I can’t slow down because you win in Las Vegas. I can’t admire the scenery or celebrate insignificant victories. That sort of satisfaction isn’t for me.”Karen raised an eyebrow. “And what’s wrong with not being ambitious? There’s more to the world than money.”“I

Sebastian walked through the corridors as if revisiting a battlefield. He knew every door, every crack, every hiding place where he had once survived—and where he had sworn never to return.As he stepped out into the courtyard, the warm air hit his face, bringing with it the bittersweet smell of grass and old paint. He crossed the lawn unhurriedly, knowing full well that Karen and Mrs. Malcolm were watching him from the window.He wanted them to watch him. He wanted them to believe he was just... reminiscing.On the other side, children’s laughter broke the heavy silence. A group of boys ran across the side yard, wearing the same uniform he had been forced to wear. Faded blue, stiff collars, rough fabric that hurt the skin.That sight struck a nerve—not as nostalgia, but as a scar pulled tight. He remembered how much he hated that uniform. How much he hated feeling like the property of a place that never wanted him.His jaw locked.He kept walking to the edge of the courtyard, as if a