Lahat ng Kabanata ng Lucky in Love: Kabanata 41 - Kabanata 50

In poker, there is a term called Bad Beat. It is when a player has seemingly unbeatable cards... but still loses.Sebastian knew this concept well. He had seen it happen countless times — men who dominated tables, calculated probabilities, bluffed like gods... until reality crushed them.And that night, Sebastian was losing.“Leave her out of this. If it’s money you want, I have plenty.”“It’s not all about money,” the stranger’s voice interrupted him coldly.“But everything has a price,” Sebastian insisted.A brief silence. Then a low, humorless laugh.“And what is your price, Mr. Sterling?”“You won’t live to find out.”Sebastian waited for the next move, but the silence that followed was too long. Too heavy. A bad omen for someone in a hurry.Sebastian forced his mind to work. He needed to act first and not react.He was a strategic player in the business world. He knew the whole underworld of Las Vegas; shootouts were nothing new to him. Neither were negotiations on the brink of d

Karen didn’t sleep a wink. Every time she closed her eyes, she remembered the dark shed and the sound of gunshots. Her heart kept racing as if she were still there alone, breathing fear.Before the sun even rose, she was already up.She went down to the kitchen looking for something to calm her down. She found James preparing Sebastian’s breakfast tray. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm bread should have been comforting... but it just seemed distant.“I’ll take it to him myself. I want to see how he is.”Her voice sounded firmer than she really felt. James hesitated for just a moment, his eyes analyzing her as if trying to gauge the fragility hidden beneath that request.“If you wish.”He handed her the tray carefully. Karen thought about asking if she should go to the police station, after all, she had been kidnapped. But when she looked at the butler’s expression, she held back. That house seemed to have rules that were not written down. Rules that were learned through sil

They waited for Karen to leave; it would not be prudent to reveal dark secrets in front of her, at least not for now. When the door closed, Sebastian turned to the lawyer.“Tell me everything you know,” he asked, his voice low and restrained, as if he were holding back a fire.Richard adjusted his glasses and consulted his notes with deliberate delay.“The owner of the warehouse is Ted Lincoln. He hasn’t been in Las Vegas for years, but there’s something you didn’t know: he remarried five years ago.”“I’m not interested in his personal life. I hate gossip.”Impatience rose like poison. Sebastian was on the verge of losing control, but Richard didn’t back down; he was used to his wealthy client’s rudeness.“His wife has a daughter named Sarah, who loves casinos, drinking, and nightlife. She works at the beauty clinic his stepmother goes to twice a week.”“That’s suspicious, but it doesn’t prove anything,” Sebastian retorted, frustrated. “I need more.”Richard smiled. It wasn’t a cheerf

Dorothy returned home and poured herself a generous martini. Her hands trembled as she raised the glass to her mouth. The bittersweet taste burned her throat, but brought some calm to her troubled mind.“Where were you?” Marcus asked, his voice sounding calm, but she could feel the anger contained in every word.“I went to the salon to wash my hair,” she replied, stammering.His gray eyes rested on her with a coldness that stripped her of any lie.“You went to Sebastian’s house. Why?”Dorothy swallowed hard and almost dropped the glass in her hands.“Honey, I was worried about him... and his wife, she... she’s so innocent.”He approached her with slow, calculated steps to intimidate her, to make her uncomfortable, to remind her who was the boss.“What exactly are you worried about?” her husband asked bluntly.Dorothy stepped back to catch her breath and come up with a convincing lie.“Well, he’s your son, and he was shot, and she was kidnapped. Isn’t that reason enough? Any normal per

Karen couldn’t stand being locked up inside the house any longer. The mansion was a golden cage—bright, quiet, full of luxuries, but still a prison.“I’d like to go to the orphanage to see the children,” she said, standing at the closet door, watching Sebastian adjust his tie in front of the mirror.“I don’t think it’s wise. I can’t protect you on the streets,” he replied, without looking at her.She clenched her fingers against her palm as if trying to hold on to something invisible.“Am I going to be stuck here forever?”Sebastian walked past her as if the question were just an inconvenient noise on his way to the door.“‘Forever’ is a long time,” he replied.Karen felt her chest tighten. It wasn’t the answer she wanted. It wasn’t even an answer.“I can’t stand being here anymore. I feel like a prisoner.”This time he stopped. Silence filled the room. Sebastian didn’t turn his face immediately; he seemed to be weighing risks, calculating probabilities. After a few seconds, he took a