All Chapters of Lucky in Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Sebastian tried not to think. He tried to clear his mind of Peter, Lindsay, Karen, and the money, the damn kiss. But the more he tried, the more these thoughts persisted, returning like relentless waves.When he realized it, he was already crossing the lobby of his father’s casino. He walked right past the security guards, ignored the secretary who tried to stop him, and entered the office without being announced and without knocking on the door.Marcus was sitting behind the enormous desk, immersed in a pile of contracts, his pen sliding with almost mechanical precision.Without looking up, he asked, “What do you want, Sebastian?”Sebastian took a deep breath, feeling impatience rise in his throat.“Do you already know what happened?”His father turned a page, unperturbed. “You need to be more specific.”Sebastian clenched his teeth.“Do you know who kidnapped my wife?”This time, Marcus finally looked up. Raising his eyebrow was the only sign of interest he offered.“Sebastian, if I

Karen returned home with her soul shattered. She wasn’t friends with Lindsay, nor did they belong to the same social circle; they were practically strangers. But she felt sad. Deeply sad. For the illness. For the injustice. Because of how life destroyed good people pointlessly.The house was empty when she arrived. No sign of Sebastian.She sat down on the living room sofa and waited. She looked at the clock. 6 p.m. Then at 8 p.m. Then 10 p.m.The hours passed, and he didn’t come back. Karen leaned her head back on the sofa, just for a moment, just to rest her eyes, and fell asleep.Sebastian arrived in the early hours of the morning. He was exhausted and drunk, having worked late and then gone drinking with Richard.He was startled to find Karen asleep on the sofa, her head tilted at an uncomfortable angle, her arms crossed over her chest as if trying to protect herself even in her sleep.He approached slowly so as not to wake her and stood there for a moment, just watching. Her face

Karen’s happiness was complete, radiant, and impossible to contain. It overflowed with every gesture, every breath. For the first time in a long time, she felt lighthearted. She needed to share this truth with Mrs. Malcolm, who was the only mother life had given her.She glanced at the clock on the wall. If she hurried, she could make it to the orphanage and back in time for dinner with Sebastian at eight.The nun was waiting for her in her office, as if she knew she would come. When their eyes met, no words were necessary. Mrs. Malcolm understood everything even before she heard it.“The DNA test proved that woman is my mother,” Karen said, her voice vibrating with emotion, and she almost laughed as she spoke.They hugged each other tightly. They cried together, but they were tears of relief, of reparation, of grief finally allowed to rest.“My daughter! I’m so glad your heart is at peace.”“I came here personally to tell you...” Karen pulled away just enough to hold the older woman’

They sat in silence for a few minutes, watching Las Vegas stretch out before them like an inverted sky—each light a promise, each neon sign a secret kept. Sebastian had contemplated that landscape dozens of times, almost always alone, or accompanied only by a glass of whiskey. But this time was different. Karen was there. And that changed everything.“Would you like anything else, Mr. Sterling?” asked the server discreetly, appearing beside them.“We’re leaving now,” Sebastian replied, without taking his eyes off Karen.He stood up, took her hand, and led her to the exit. Their fingers intertwined naturally, firmly and intimately, as if there were no agreement, as if they were just two people in love.“Aren’t you going to pay the bill?” Karen asked, looking over her shoulder.“No,” he replied simply.“Sebastian, wait... let’s go back. I have some money.” She tried to stop him, but he kept walking, pulling her gently.Sebastian laughed, a genuine, almost light sound.“I never pay the b