Novel & Cerita Foul Lady Fortune Series

At last, realization struck. "It was you!" She lunged at my mother, her voice shrill. "You switched the necklaces! You did this to me on purpose!" My mother calmly stepped back, easily avoiding her grasp. "Vanessa, you were the one who tried to harm me first." "I didn't! I don't know anything about any necklace—" "That's enough." My mother's voice turned icy. "Richard Hart and Vanessa Moore conspired to steal my identity and fortune using a soul-swapping necklace.

I had never noticed before because it had been replaced, but I was able to track it. She opened the video and it came into view: It was Linda, Dorian holding her wrist while his lips settled on hers. I wasn't shocked by the scene. I simply kept a straight face, and Florida understood I already knew about their relationship. She sucked in a breath as the audio began to play. "I need a lot of dollars right now!" Linda said and Dorian smiled. "Anything for the baby," he said and held her tummy. "Embezzle the funds under a false company and get yourself cozy."

He panicked and desperately tried to legitimize the funds by secretly purchasing these winning lottery tickets once I uncovered evidence of his actions, attempting to make the embezzled money appear legitimate. In my past life, I only came to understand everything after the Sherwood family met its ruin. In this life, I obtained the evidence against him in advance, preventing him from transferring the capital and fleeing. Phoebe stared blankly at the documents on the coffee table, then at Liam's ashen face, her mind going completely blank. She had thought that being reborn meant that she knew the future, but what she never realized was that she had misunderstood the entire script from the ver

For the first time that day, Sienna felt like she could breathe again. They stayed with her until she felt steady enough to return to her charts. Around midnight… The golden setup appeared. Perfect. Clean. Flawless. She executed the trade—a deep, confident breath leaving her chest. Twenty minutes later, her screen flashed. Profit. Big profit. She didn’t just recover the second 500 million… She doubled it. 1 billion gained. Loss erased. Reputation saved. Account in profit. Sienna covered her mouth with her hands as relief crashed over her body like a wave.

The royal decree had drawn attention from the moment it left the palace gates, and with Aldric deliberately stirring the rumors, House Ashveil quickly became the talk of the Royal City overnight. For years, it had been the legitimate eldest daughter, Lady Leanora, who was seen accompanying Prince Aldric, yet the girl given the royal betrothal was the illegitimate-born daughter, Rosalind. Just like that, I became the laughingstock of the city. “Do you suppose Lady Leanora was throwing herself at His Highness all along?”

Tonight, I told myself, would be that fateful night. I had just rounded the corner toward the main hall when I heard two voices drifting out from a nearby pillar. Guards were supposed to be silent and alert. Instead, they were talking like gossiping washerwomen. ''I’m telling you, she doesn’t belong here,” one muttered. “Keep your voice down,” the other muttered. “You want Mrs. Wellington to hear you?” “Do you think I care? All I know is, the young lady’s not the same since she came back. Something’s off. I saw her earlier; she didn’t even recognize me.''

That night, Florence had orchestrated her downfall with chilling precision—spilling champagne deliberately, crafting an ‘accident’ that left Sophia looking foolish in front of the cameras, and ensuring that the world would see her as a mere spectacle. Because of Florence’s calculated malice, Sophia’s reputation lay in tatters, smeared across gossip blogs and social media feeds like a scandalous headline. Her name had become synonymous with ridicule, trending not for her accomplishments but as a target of mockery, her life now a chaotic mess of public scrutiny and personal torment. Sophia took a deep breath, her heart racing as she clenched her fists, vowing silently that she would not allow

"Father knows that I care about Serena the most. He picked on her to force my hand. Oh, well. Forget about him. I need to toast the other guests. Have a seat, Master Lewin. I'll be right back to share a few drinks with you." "You got it!" Dunley replied. As soon as Ambrose walked away, someone approached Dunley. "Master Lewin, I'd like you to read my fortune," a young woman in a gown, her face covered in pimples, requested. "Are you aware of my conditions?" Dunley asked, his face stern and haughty. Nodding, the woman took out a stack of bills and placed it beside Dunley. "What do you want to know?" he asked. "I'd like you to do a palm reading and tell me when I'll be getting a boyfriend," sh

In Molhatt, Nuev City, Jason hung up the phone, straightened his posture, and turned around. Francis and Bella were staring at him intently in the living room. Bella's lips curved into a sharp, malicious smile. "You handled it well. It sounds like Mr. Hurst believed it," she said. Jason gave a slight bow and calmly replied, "Yes, Mrs. Davis. Mr. Hurst believes that Mrs. Hurst is just upset." Francis scoffed coldly. "She's no longer Mrs. Hurst! She's just an abandoned adopted daughter carrying a bastard child. She needs to learn her place."

She had known it—but hearing it out loud set it like a stone on her chest. Lefu finally set his goblet down, folding his hands with deliberate grace. His deep voice rolled like thunder low on the horizon. “We’ve searched every vault in Pearl. Every ruin tied to Jack. Every den whispered of witches. Nothing. Either it’s destroyed—or hidden where even the Moon herself prefers it to stay.”