Novel & Cerita Foul Lady Fortune Series

“The goddess of Fortune was by nature created powerful and beautiful. She believed that she ought to be chosen above all other goddesses. However, the goddess of foresight and destiny did not agree with her and so she became a rival and enemy. Fortune felt insulted that the weak goddess of foresight was chosen by the gods over her who was powerful. She decided that she will rule as a god over all goddesses and the human realm. “Out of her rage, she yielded to and conspired with the Dark Lord. Her magical spirit of Fortune and good luck was corrupted into misfortune. The dark lord, an eight-headed dragon of misfortune wage war against the guardians. The powers of the dark lord, and his eight-

"I'll work for you under one condition." I say. "What's that?" "You'll marry me", He smirks revealing breathtaking dimples "Are you sure about that?." I pause for a moment then look straight into his eyes "I'm sure." I would marry Giovanni D'Errico and find a way to get back my fortune. Whatever it takes. Emily Rivera is trapped in a loveless marriage of three years with an unfaithful husband which eventually ends up in divorce papers. Devastated and heartbroken, she goes back to her parents' house and is even more devastated when she finds out her father was dead, she is hit with an even more shocking revelation, her father Alfonso Rivera had left behind a billion d

The next article was less kind. "From Coffee Shop to High Society: Cinderella Story or Gold Digger?" Claire's stomach churned as she scrolled. Every headline seemed to dissect a different part of her - her background, her clothes, her "obvious inexperience with high society." Some articles were supportive, painting her as a hardworking girl who deserved her chance at happiness. Others were vicious, calling her an opportunist, a social climber, completely unsuitable for someone of Damian Cole's stature and wealth.

The purchase date fell exactly three days after my retirement fund withdrawal. Perfect. What a brilliant scheme. She had stolen my savings to buy her lover a car so he could show off. This went beyond simple infidelity. This was outright theft and fraud. I stood at the window and stared out at the city lights while fireworks exploded in the distance. Tomorrow would be the second day of the New Year. Zoe had always forbidden me from visiting her family in the past. This year, I planned to bring them a very special gift. … At noon on the second day of the New Year, I showed up at their door carrying that case of counterfeit liquor.

who existed only to clean up his messes. The internet was on fire. [Blood-sucking animal who built his fortune on corpses.] [Launch a full investigation now. Throw Jasper in prison.] [The original wife is tragic. She was a top graduate and an executive back then. Look what this scumbag gaslit her into.] [I feel bad for the wife. Lock the cheater and mistress together and stop them from ruining anyone else.] Kimberly clutched her slightly rounded stomach. Her face had gone pale as she looked at him.

She offered, and without eating for his confirmation, started pouring the golden liquid into one of the tumblers, and placed the bottle on the table between them. She settled into the longer couch, arranging herself with studied carelessness and crossed her legs at the ankle. “So,” she looked at Felix with that same calm expression. “We finally meet, officially.” Felix ignored the sweating glass in front of him. “You’re the one I’m supposedly arranged in marriage to.” She nodded. “That’s right.” He leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, the movement was very calculated. “Florence Ellington, gone for 12 years, suddenly reappears. That’s quite a fantastic story,” Felix said sarcastically

The hall glittered with gold and glass, every detail screaming of status and power. Because tonight was not just my birthday— it was my engagement banquet with Caleb, the future Alpha. Yet the man who had promised me a “birthday gift”… never appeared. I stood at the edge of the hall, eyes locked on the doorway, waiting. Seven years of waiting. Seven years since my wolf had whispered the truth to me—that Caleb was my fated mate. I believed it. So much that I gave up everything. The three hundred million dollars my father left me—I poured it all into Caleb’s pack. Into his future. Into us.

The book was everywhere. Stacked in gleaming piles at the entrance, hugged in the arms of every single one of the guests, its cover a masterpiece of affective branding: a softly blurred, casual photograph of a young Davidson, his back to us, walking away from the lens into a vortex of white-hot light. The cover screamed in bold, spartan typeface: BETRAYED BY THE PROTÉGÉ. And below, the killer subtitle: A Wife's Story of Faith, Family, and a Fortune Stolen.

whispered Emily. “All you want is my family’s fortune. That is something you will never have.” “What?” gasped Emily. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. You’re a poor and broken woman. From the countryside with nothing in your name. You only seek me out for so many years because you want my fame and fortune.” Emily chuckled at his words. “Fame and fortune?” she thought. “Stop trying to act innocent when we already found out your true intentions.”

The crowd whispered as the host family finally became aware of the drama here. "How could your family invite someone who is so shameless with no moral that would steal other's men?" said Favour before Lilian answered. “I’m certain she obtained the invitation through illicit means, she is a mistress. She seduces men with her body. I’m sure she is here to look for another man.” Favour's words dripped with malice as she leaned in close to Clara. What had happened to Clara made Favour have no doubt that Clara would take her side.