Fortune Falls の小説・ストーリー

I looked every bit the career woman. I was a far cry from the housewife in an apron he used to know. I saw the flicker of awe in his eyes, but I ignored it completely. As Fran sobbed beside him, I turned and faced Dario. “It seems your business isn’t doing so well if you can’t even keep your girlfriend in check. She’s flashing her wealth, threatening people, and now falsely accusing me of violence. I could call the police for this.” Just as Fran opened her mouth to argue, I cut her off and pointed to the security camera above us.

He just needed to make a single phone call to ruin Brutus' life for good. Soon, Brutus found himself at the mercy of everyone he crossed paths with. His company went bankrupt, and his creditors even managed to find him and give him a few good beatings.

FALLING FOR A GHOST 3 - For Nevaeh is back from the land of the dead with a single purpose; avenge her own death and that of her sister, Heaven. Uche, a good-looking young man in his early twenties, who also happens to be an atheist has been unlucky with women in his previous relationships, he seeks true love and hopes to find it if only it existed.

Isabelle's Louboutins tapped in time as she made her way through the marble-adorned lobby toward the shimmering elevator banks of Wilcox Mergers & Acquisitions. Her stylish chignon emphasized her determined expression and the well-defined features of her cheekbones. Her once-in-a-lifetime chance to join Wall Street's elite by leveraging a billion-dollar merger was here. It took years of hardship, lost holidays, and damaged relationships to get to this pivotal point. There was no room for failure.

"I mean, I know what I did was wrong and though you don't want to listen to my explanation, I really want to explain. But can we take a step back and not think about getting a divorce?" "Morgan, please. You said you loved me." "And you said that you didn't have feelings for anyone that is a female. Though I want to get angry, and no matter how hurt I am; I really feel pity for your ex lover. You wanted to stay true to her but you messed up." I rasped out as the torrents of rain splattered on my body. “I'll just head back home, staying in the rain wouldn't go all too well for me.” I finally said coupling it with a sch and not giving myself the pleasyre of staring at him one more time, I walke

As I turn to leave I bump into Cole which makes me fall. Hello friend, I say to the floor "Easy there sugar, don't want you breaking anything now, do we?"he drawls slowly reaching to help me up, flashing a smile. I bet he thinks he's so charming. "Thanks but I don't need your help getting up"I stand and dust myself again, "seeing as you're the reason I fell down by the way"I say tightly. I've seriously got to stop bumping into bitches and cocky guys He smirks, "Well love, I think you should be watching where you're headed don't you?"he asks with one brow raised

She was wise he would admit that, she had laid low all these years so she could get her revenge at the last minute after taking her daughter away from him. He knew if he didn’t dance to their tune, his reputation would be ruined, his hope of being seen as a perfectionist would be dashed all because of his mistake. He knew it would have been George’s idea, Lupita had that evidence with her all along but did not use it against him, she did not have the courage, George Richwood must have given her that, he had really underestimated the young man. With sizzling rage, he picked up the paper and signed them, a sleazy smile on his face as he did so. Since George Richwood loves evidence so much, he

Charlotte said. "Puh-lease. If I expect someone to hook me up with someone, it's certainly not you." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You're a terrible wingman. Or wing woman. Whichever one. You're terrible either way." Charlotte's mouth dropped open to object but she knew he had evidence stacked against her. "It's not my fault they never worked out." She grumbled instead. "It's your terrible matchmaking skills." Charlotte rolled her eyes as he laughed. For a long while after that, the two went back to work.

Felicity couldn't help but reflect, 'Despite everything that has transpired, I never seem to learn from my mistakes. On one occasion, a fortune teller predicted that a calamity would befall Felicity at the age of twenty-five, emphasizing the need to find someone with a strong fate to overcome the impending misfortune. According to the fortune teller, only then would she be guaranteed a smooth and luminous future. Felicity's mother held great faith in the fortune teller's words, constantly arranging introductions with men who perfectly matched the specified criteria.