Lady Of Fortune Novels & Stories

The first thing that comes to his mind is a bundle of millions of money. "10 billion." The sly man flashes a foxy smile. This lady truly brings fortune. "Then, she's MINE." The man's foxy green eyes glowed in the room as he stood up and approach the maiden in the bed. He stared deeply into her, eyes perusing her curves while the lady is twitching from side to side. The hunk man easily tore the remaining clothes completely, revealing a full view of her legs in his sight. She's burning in red and in heat. He destroyed the handcuffs in one snap without putting effort and scoop her out on the bed. He carry her like a fragile thing and the maiden snuggled against his chest, sniffing his manly sce

She smiled brightly. “Madam Louisa. Louisa Holloway.” She extended a hand toward me. “And I’m pretty much his godmother, even though he would probably deny it.” I found myself smiling. That was definitely something Adrian would do. A hundred percent. “Pardon me for not coming any sooner,” Madam Louisa continued. “It’s been quite busy since the auction. I’ve only had the time to come today.” “Oh no, it’s fine,” I said gently. “It’s actually fine.”

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

It was the forge in which their love had been tested and proven not fragile, but unyielding. His gaze swept over the glittering skyline, and he saw the other binding force, the most obvious one: the fortune. The staggering, almost obscene wealth represented by every lit window. The oil fields, the shipping lanes, the stock portfolios, the patents. They were bound by fortune in the most literal sense—a vast, sprawling web of financial interdependence that had, at first, been the only language they had in common. Mentor and protégé. Employer and employee. It was the initial gravity that had pulled them into each other’s orbit.

Afraid of provoking the crowd's anger, she quickly shook her head. "No… no, that's not it…" At once, everyone's curiosity flared. "Then what happened? What did you do to make your eldest son and daughter-in-law finally lose patience?" All eyes turned to the three of them. They exchanged glances with one another, yet none dared to explain. Vivian let out a cold laugh. "Mom, why don't you tell everyone? You won 1 million dollars in the lottery and gave Logan and Sienna 500 thousand dollars each, while giving Cassian two dollars."

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.

Valeria’s fingers trembled as she fumbled with the remote. Her heart pounded so loud it drowned out Elena’s panicked voice on the phone. She found the power button, pressed it, and the screen blinked to life. The news anchor’s face appeared, elegant, cold, and rehearsed. “Valeria Langford, former wife of billionaire Ares Langford has made her first public appearance in nearly a year. But the question on everyone’s mind is, whose child is she hiding?”

Back then, Cheryl used to say, "Nate, once we make money, we'll buy a place with a view of the Hatton River." My phone buzzed. It was a text from her. "You really think you can stand on your own two feet without me, Nathan? You know better than anyone how ruthless this circle is." The Bentley rolled to a stop in front of Garrison Group's headquarters. David stepped out and opened my door. "Mr. Garrison, we're here." I walked into the lobby. The receptionist spotted me and immediately bowed her head respectfully. "Good morning, Mr. Garrison." It was true that society was ruthless. Here, no one cared what clothing brand a person wore. Only that person's last name mattered.

It was also a subtle reminder not to try and pocket anything for herself. Lady Croyso gritted her teeth in frustration. She had intended to show Lady Langley who was in charge, but instead, she ended up frustrating herself! How could a mere merchant’s widow possess such valuable items? Her meticulous arrangements left no room for Lady Croyso to profit, infuriating her even more. She clenched her fists in silent anger.

"You don't know me." "I don't. Truly," the lady clicked her tongue as if unconcerned. She looked up at the sky with an infinite smile creeping onto her lip. She was a goddess of beauty. She laughed heartily, showing off her ring. "Let's now know each other. I am Jasmine Yates." One look at this lady's bag, which cost over two hundred and fifty dollars, and her exclusively designed earrings, Elsie could tell she was born into wealth. And the Yates were a powerful family in City B.