Lady Of Fortune Novels & Stories

The wicked middle-aged woman was obviously taking advantage of Lady Margaret’s courtesy and obliviousness at her advantage. They were not particularly in good terms, neither were they in bad terms. Carlotta had appeared only after the death of Savrina and not the other way around. Lady Margaret were liberal enough, a trait she inherited from being a tea merchant, to put away the past and accept change. If Carlotta had appeared on Landon’s life when Savrina was still alive, surely, Carlotta would be long loathed by the Andersons. Given how much Lady Francesca tried to cover up everything on her own, Lady Margaret had nothing hold against the unexpected visitor.

… At noon on the second day of the New Year, I showed up at their door carrying that case of counterfeit liquor. Before I could even knock, laughter spilled out from inside. "Man, Caden can really hold his liquor! Come on, let me pour you another!" "Zoe, you're so lucky to find someone like Caden. He's thoughtful and successful." I took a deep breath and knocked. The laughter cut off instantly. "Who could that be at this hour?" Linda's booming voice carried through the door. Shuffling footsteps approached. The door swung open. Linda wore her holiday best, and her face still held the fawning smile she hadn't had time to wipe away. When she recognized me, that smile froze solid.

"You're all done for if this leaks, Rosalyn! I'm the actual heiress of the Sherwood family, and you're nothing but an imposter!" I ignored her shouting and just pulled out a stack of documents, slamming them down hard on the coffee table. It contained accounts, bank statements, information on Liam's contacts, and several winning lottery tickets. Phoebe's eyes widened the moment she saw the lottery tickets, while Liam's expression was initially fraught with confusion. "You're very familiar with these lottery tickets, aren't you, Liam?" Liam's expression stiffened after hearing that. "Aren't these the lottery tickets the Sherwood family won recently, Ms. Rosalyn?"

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Felix quickly took her hands off his shoulders and stepped back slowly to give her a hint that he wasn’t interested. The woman smiled and moved even closer, then she touched his neck and leaned up to his ear. “I never expected the man my father arranged my marriage with was going to be this dashing.” Felix looked at her face again in surprise. “Who are you?” He tried to take off her mask but she slapped his hand away and leaned in to his ear again. “Nice to meet you, Felix Morell. I’m Florence Ellington.” She kissed his cheek and slid something into his inner jacket pocket. Then she disappeared into the crowd, leaving Felix standing alone in the middle of the dance floor, his hand pressed ag

Emma cleared her throat, drawing The Lady's attention. "You want more than gold," Emma said, her voice softer than the men's but no less determined. The healing crystal hidden beneath her blouse seemed to warm against her skin, responding to the strange energy emanating from The Lady. "Clearly, you are a woman who has almost everything, so a gold bar means next to nothing to you." The Lady's eyes glittered with something like respect. "Quite insightful," she replied, inclining her head slightly toward Emma. For a moment, Emma thought she saw a flicker of something inhuman in those depths—something reptilian and ancient—before it vanished like smoke.

" When I asked, he smirked. He looked like someone who could kill her in the next second. TWO YEARS LATER I smiled as I slowly stepped out of the car; there were a slew of directors waiting for her, including the CEOs of small businesses who all wanted to collaborate with me. The powerful Miss Eleanor, the image I made for myself solely to exact revenge on him. Only a few people have seen my face, but all have felt my wealth. Only a few people will see my face before I exact my revenge. I was wearing a mask on my face and an umbrella over my head. At the time, I was the wealthiest person in town, and only a few people had seen my face.

The waitress put the bag on the countertop and smiled at her hesitantly, although she could not see the lady's eyes but still the slightly trembling lady could feel a pair of glaring gems penetrating into her soul. "Thank you, here, swipe this." The lady in the sportswear pushed the black card having shiny golden numbers imprinted on it towards the waitress, who carefully took it by freeing the poor card from the clasp of her finger tips. She intended not to show any audacious behaviour in her nervous state or to attempt any blunder, or else she was most likely to get fired the very next moment. She placed the card into the machine and swiped it, a name flashed on the white screen 'Renna Ama

Dimitri crouched beside them. “And we stay ready.” Because outside those doors—beyond the cameras—something was already shifting. Not retreat. Not silence. A storm gathering answers of its own. It didn’t take long. By the time they reached the penthouse, the city had begun to shift. Lena’s team flooded the upstairs sitting room—phones alive with calls, screens blooming with headlines: “Petrova Speaks: The Blood Feud Behind the Fortune” “Zoe Volkov: The Heir the Old Guard Couldn’t Erase”

It took my eyes a couple seconds to adjust to the meager light shed by half a dozen dim candles floating in the air. A young woman sat behind a table hung with purple and gold cloth. She gave a knowing smile. “I see you found your Strength. Let me see you.” The woman motioned me over, and a dozen gold bracelets jingled around her arm.I didn’t move a muscle. “What’s the matter? I won’t bite.” “I…saw you in a dream.” She swept the braids of her long black hair over her shoulder and extended a hand. “Oh, that’s highly probable. The fates have been trying to lead you to me. I am Lady Fortune, after all. But you can call me