Foul Lady Fortune Series Novels & Stories

They are completely making things up for their TRP. They are saying maybe she is one of Darius's one night stand who was pregnant with his child and aborted it. Someone is saying maybe she stole from him, someone's saying that she is his secret wife and the list of assumptions keep going on. She can't let Anastasia see this. It will cause her another panic attack which is definitely not good for her health. That's why she brought her phone with her.

Hannah: “Wow! That is really amazing, Sister Linda. I wonder if you’d be interested if I tell you that I have a way for you to make a fortune?” Linda: “Why don’t you tell me about it first?” Hannah: “I have a younger sister-in-law who is quite rich. She has a villa at Thompson First and the villa is top-rated and is worth more than one hundred million dollars. This stupid b*tch is addicted to gambling and I was thinking of setting up a trap for her so that I can cheat her out of her money. Should I call her to come over and we’ll set up a trap to get money out of her?”

a woman this pick dress and black veil answered and ushered Quincy to seat on the chair in front of her. "what's your name?" the fortune woman asked. "I'm Quincy and this is my fiance Joel" Quincy answered. "Can you read mine?" Quincy asked again "Of course" the woman said and collected quincy's outstretched palm. "I see you have a strong heart as hard as a stone but it was soon melted by one, your love life is going to be fruitful and blossom with so much riches" the woman said and Quincy smiled at me. "But-" the woman continued.

I am free to choose at least three or four out of the six but, I doubt there'd be a majority of the ladies who are interested in the job. They may have hidden intentions like spying on me or seducing Fredrick. But they would have to be stupid if they thought of me as a foolish naive Lady. I will make sure I educate those who may intend to harm me in the future on how I am no 'Foolish Lady'... "Let the first group of Ladies in.,” said Sarah "Yes, your highness." "Good morning, ladies. Please take a seat and let us begin." * The interview ends shortly after and Sarah asks of the ladies to leave the room. *

Chapter 1 Luck is known to be a fickle creature appearing and disappearing at a whim, though there are those so-called fortune's favorites who seem permanently in her favor while others seem just as equally misfortune's favorites cursed with bad luck. But perception is a tricky thing; what may at first appear to be misfortune may in fact be just the luck someone needs and what may appear to be a lucky step may in fact be bad luck in deed. But that is luck, chaos personified.

The guards immediately snapped to attention, ready to carry out her orders without a second’s delay. By the next morning, everything had been investigated down to the last detail and laid out neatly in front of Rachel. The woman Adrian had been kissing in the bar was Lola Pratt, a former hostess at that very club. She’d quit after getting pregnant, and Adrian had been supporting her ever since. Word had it she was already five months along. This meant that not long after marrying Rachel, he’d gone out and gotten himself a mistress. Being publicly humiliated like this made Rachel the laughingstock of her social circle. The precious heiress being betrayed was a disgrace she had never tasted be

If the bracelet could suppress my misfortune, then it could naturally save her as well. Miraculously, Jane woke up the very next day. However, after losing the bracelet’s suppression, my condition spiraled out of control. I became what I am now, someone with a bizarre curse where anyone who tried to harm me would have their misfortune rebound back onto them. Yet, why was that bracelet on Hugh’s wrist now? On second thought, the reason my “Misfortune Rebound” power had suddenly stopped working today was probably because of the bracelet. “Where did you get this bracelet?”

Everyone in Riverton knew Serena Prescott, the heiress of the Prescott family, collected boyfriends for the short term and never kept them for long. In five years of marriage, she had gone through ninety-nine new lovers. People in our circle said I had world-class patience, that I was the perfect husband who could endure anything. Then a swimming coach named Mason Clark appeared at Serena's side. Mason came from an ordinary family, yet he made her break her own rule about never bringing new lovers home. Serena gave me two choices. Either calmly accept him moving in, or take the money and leave, ending our marriage. Everyone was waiting to see me swallow my pride for love and keep play

She put the tablet on my desk and turned it toward me without saying anything. It was a gossip site. One of the big ones. The headline was already getting traction, the share count climbing in real time as I watched. MILLER GROUP’S NEW CHAIRPERSON. THE TRUTH BEHIND THE FAIRYTALE. SOURCES CLOSE TO THE FAMILY REVEAL SARAH MILLER’S RISE WAS ORCHESTRATED, NOT EARNED. “SHE KNEW ABOUT THE FRAUD THE WHOLE TIME,” INSIDER CLAIMS.

“And which do you prefer?” She hesitated. “Neither.” The contract, however, demanded spectacle. By noon, they were ushered into another public appearance—this one unplanned, inconvenient, and swarming with cameras. A luxury boutique opening. Harmless enough on paper. In reality, it was a trap. The moment they stepped onto the sidewalk, flashes exploded like gunfire. Voices overlapped, sharp and invasive. “Mrs. De La Vega! Are the rumors true?” “Arrow, were you seen with Isabella Croix again last night?”