Novel & Cerita A Lady's Guide To Fortune Hunting

"Honey, I bought this for you. Here. If I gamble, I'll definitely have good luck, won't I?" I smiled as I took it. "Of course. You'll have all the luck in the world." Then I added, sweetly, "And Honey, you want your parents to be healthy and live long, full lives, don't you?" Clutching the locket and bangle, lost in fantasies of wealth, he replied carelessly, "Of course." That night, I bought him a ticket to a casino notorious for its shady dealings. Through the barrage, I watched it all unfold in real time.

she asked innocently. Lyyana smiled, her delicate fingers touching the phone straps and beaded necklaces Laura had made. "Fortune is already allocated. If your share is only one bowl, no matter how hard you search the ends of the earth, it won't increase." Lyyana remembered how her parents struggled to earn extra money, but every time they did, unexpected expenses like Laura falling ill, their father's motorcycle breaking down, or house repairs always came up.

"Ursula, we'll keep walking like this. Always." I nodded with a small smile on my face, full of hope for what lay ahead. One day, I ran into Fiona at a high-end bar by accident. She was wearing revealing clothes and heavy makeup, laughing and drinking with a group of men. I couldn't exactly tell what I felt as I watched her in that moment. When she noticed me, there was surprise on her face before it turned into hatred and bitterness. "Are you happy seeing me like this? Tell me, why?! I regressed and was given a second chance in life! So, why did I still lose to you? What are you?!"

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I came from a family of witches. When we came of age, every woman in our line awakened a gift. I could siphon my husband's luck through marriage. The rule was simple. After we married, each time he betrayed me, the universe paid compensation. A portion of his fortune slipped away from him and into my hands. Outside the window, bright fireworks filled the sky. They burst and stitched themselves into a name. Kimberly Swan was his mistress. When I did not explode the way people expected, Jasper Prescott grew even more entitled.

The house and the money were gone. Now she could only make a living by scavenging. She saw my brand-new Cayenne, her mother glowing with health, my gentle and beautiful wife, and that adorable child. Her gaze froze instantly. What was that look that I saw in her eyes? Envy, jealousy, regret, despair… It was a bit of everything. Instinctively, she tried to hide, to escape this scene that filled her with shame. However, in her panic, she tripped over a stone by the roadside.

"I'm not here to make fun of you. I'm here to give you something special." Samuel opened the box in confusion. The diamond inside was so large and dazzling that it practically blinded him. "I-Is this a real diamond?" I spoke casually. "This necklace was blessed by a renowned spiritual medium. It's said to possess a special power. Wear it continuously for three days, and your deepest wish will come true." Samuel's eyes lit up instantly. "Really? If I wear it for three days, I'll turn into a woman?" "More effective than surgery," I replied calmly. "You won't become a teenage girl, though. More like a woman in her thirties—beautiful, sophisticated, and absolutely stunning."

The first ring, second ring, nothing. "Oh, Lord!" I exclaimed and sank onto the grass carpet on the verandah. I looked up at Ray who was deeply engrossed in taking in the rest of his surroundings. "But I put the key in there and I haven't even opened the purse since I left the house" I murmured to myself. I picked up the phone again to ring Catherine and she picked up this time. "Hey you, someone's getting laid right here." She shouted over the phone. She was drunk, typical Catherine.

she said " what are you trying to do lite the candle" she asked " noo.... emmm what is this" I asked as I picked up a diamond like stone in her bag "oh! emmm... damon gave it to me.. or should I say he was going to give it to me, all i know is in whatsoever way or in anyway its mine now" clara said " it's ugly" I said " give it to me" she said dragging it from my hands.

Charlotte wondered if that was a theme Mia had missed. She stood on her feet, ready to go and 'socialize'. She looked around discreetly for a target. She found one; a blond lady, probably in her early forties, in a knee-length white dress with a chic pair of heels and a pouch in hand. Charlotte immediately approached her before anyone else did. "Hi, I'm Charlotte." Charlotte said with a polite smile, extending her hand to the lady. "Charlotte who?" The lady said with a equally polite smile. Charlotte didn't falter