Fortune Falls の小説・ストーリー

"It's a strange coincidence. If she hadn't mocked me the other day, I wouldn't have remembered her. I wouldn't have taken the video either." "What goes around comes around," I thought to myself. As it turned out, my small act of kindness ended up helping me in the long run. On the contrary, Mia's evil deeds single-handedly caused her own downfall.

"Do you think Dad will appoint you as the heir if you manage to marry Camari?" "Do you see where Haworth Incorporation stands now? Do you know where Farrell Haworth's name is on the prestigious list of the world's richest people?" I smirked. "Dorothy, do you think a businessman like me would go after Father's legacy?" Dorothy was stunned. She frowned before managing to remain neutral. She chuckled. "The Haworth fortune is split between Farrell and Dad. That's why Farrell's name didn't make the list. He's still young. In less than ten years, he'll surpass you."

"It's all my fault, Your Highness. I was just about to take the Young Master from that man's arms when a storm broke out. I was still on the boat and was knocked into the ocean all at once." "I rushed back when the storm was over, but they were nowhere to be seen by then." "It's all my fault I couldn't do as I had been told. Please punish me, Your Highness." As the final word rang through the air, Forsythe knelt in both remorse and grief. Morticia had been prepared for the worst, yet her brain still blanked out at Forsythe's words as she trembled and collapsed onto the ground. My child, my child… Why did fate deem you so unfortunate? You had only been born for twelve days, only to be separat

Dimitri crouched beside them. “And we stay ready.” Because outside those doors—beyond the cameras—something was already shifting. Not retreat. Not silence. A storm gathering answers of its own. It didn’t take long. By the time they reached the penthouse, the city had begun to shift. Lena’s team flooded the upstairs sitting room—phones alive with calls, screens blooming with headlines: “Petrova Speaks: The Blood Feud Behind the Fortune” “Zoe Volkov: The Heir the Old Guard Couldn’t Erase”

she told her husband. It was 9.pm at night, Jonz in his house eating dinner with his girlfriend, "Babe, this days you don't usually have time for me, you always tell me you are busy" his girlfriend told him "sorry bae but you know how it is with work, don't worry, soon I will have your time" Jonz replied laughing, "that is what u always say" Jonz's girlfriend replied, Jonz further assured her everything will be fine, few seconds later Jonz got an SMS alert on his phone, he saw the massage was from Mr.Welsh he opened the SMS, "Someone broke into my house today, tomorrow I will give you the details" Jonz was startled after reading the massage, "what's is wrong honey" his girlfriend asked, " N

Summer, please, don't—" However, I hung up without a second thought. Just like that, everyone witnessed the once-revered Charles collapse to the ground, screaming in utter despair. ... The wedding that had the whole town talking was called off. The bond between the two powerful families shattered, turning them into bitter rivals, each trying to outdo the other in the business world. Three years on, the Jones family, though battered, managed to topple the Shaw family. On the day the Shaws lost everything and were driven from their empire, a crazed Julia rammed her car into Charles.

Then, expressionless, I told him, “People’s inherent flaws are in their bones. Sooner or later, they will surface. Asking this is meaningless.” Joel smiled bitterly, rubbed his face, and left. Not long after, Yorks Corporation filed for bankruptcy. On the way back home with his parents, Joel was involved in a car accident. Perhaps it was karmic retribution. A head injury left him deaf, and his left leg could no longer walk normally. He became partially disabled. His parents were fine, just minor concussions that would heal with time. Someone in the hospital said, “Joel lay on the bed, crying and laughing at the same time, muttering over and over that this was retribution to what he had done.

One of them delivered a sharp kick to the back of his knee, and Adrian collapsed to the floor. "Rachel! Rachel, I’m sorry! I was wrong!" he begged. "I really do love you! I just wanted a child, a perfect family with you. I swear I wasn’t cheating!" He reached out for her, but Rachel recoiled in disgust. "Don’t touch me," she said, stepping away. "I don’t want to catch something." Adrian looked ghostly pale. He broke down, screaming, "I was framed! Someone tricked me! Rachel, you said you loved me. You said we’d be together forever! How could you forget that?"

ASHTON A few hours ago, Willow took it upon herself to prepare me for New Year's Eve at a bustling nightclub in Dallas. Placing her hands on my shoulders, she instructed, "Repeat after me, I, Ashton Johnson..." With my arms crossed, I echoed, "I, Ashton Johnson," mentally bracing myself for a potentially disastrous evening. You see, Perry had warned me about the Johnson Curse, a belief that whatever can go wrong will go wrong for members of our family. Now, with two Johnsons on this trip, I was prepared for misfortune to befall me, but the thought of it happening to my sister was absolutely unthinkable.

I tried to release his hands from my legs but he wasn't letting go of my legs. "Until you accept my apologies, I'm not going to let go of your legs. If not then I will be sitting like this all night holding your feet. Now tell me what's your decision?" "What kind of coercion is this? Let go of my legs." "No, I'm not going to do that. I will die under this burden if you do not forgive me. We do mistakes in life. Some are forgivable and some are not. I don't know if my deeds are forgivable or not. I only know that you have a kind heart and I believe that you will forgive me. Please I beg you, Naina. Please forgive me." He was crying like a five years child.