Romans & histoires Lady Of Fortune

The secrets she had kept hidden, the lies she had spun, all came crashing down around us like a house of cards. It started with a whispered confession, as Sarah, tears streaming down her face, revealed the extent of her involvement with the clandestine organization known as the Syndicate. She had been coerced into joining their ranks, manipulated by promises of power and protection. But as her loyalty wavered, she realized the true nature of their agenda—a world built on corruption, greed, and the sacrifice of innocent lives.

"Maybe she'll make a believer out of me after all." The crowd dissipates around the fortune-teller's table and I push Locke into the seat, laughing when he pulls me down into his lap. The fortune-teller is a striking woman in her forties with rich umber skin and a simple black dress. When she arrived earlier, I expected her to be wearing a feather boa or some kind of sparkly regalia, so her clothes were a surprise. Now, she watches us with an inscrutable expression, her fingers tapping out something like Morse code on a stack of tarot cards. But when I expect her to shuffle those cards, she pushes them aside and becomes fixated on Locke.

It seemed to contain an unusual power. "Wait a minute, when she shook my hand just now, her fingers lightly traced the lines in my palm. Was she trying to read my fortune?" "Fortune reading is mainly about luck. The fact that she's willing to apologize with hundreds of millions worth of land is suspicious. Husband, you must be careful. People who can read fortunes can steal luck. Be very careful." Benjamin frowned. He would ask his daughter about it tonight. What Cathy said about the home was true. He did find Amanda back then thanks to Hannah's guidance.

Vera's POV I had always believed I was a lady blessed with luck, but a lot of things had opened my eyes to things. I mean, what are the odds of bumping into Lyon Sanders' ex-wife in a restaurant after she only came back to the country after a long time? But I'm a lady of luck, and that would help me to snatch Lyon away from that orphan slut, who became prideful because she was now warming Lyon Sander's bed. “So do you say you have what I need to know?” The lady asked, exuding arrogance, and I scoffed inwardly.

I came from a family of witches. When we came of age, every woman in our line awakened a gift. I could siphon my husband's luck through marriage. The rule was simple. After we married, each time he betrayed me, the universe paid compensation. A portion of his fortune slipped away from him and into my hands. Outside the window, bright fireworks filled the sky. They burst and stitched themselves into a name. Kimberly Swan was his mistress. When I did not explode the way people expected, Jasper Prescott grew even more entitled.

A woman who wasn't rich in terms of money instead she was rich at heart. A woman who won’t be with him for his money but she’ll be there for his love. Women like Jes were rare and Raphael wasn’t a stupid man to let a gem like her go. The only obstacle in his way was that he had to make her fall for him. He was a selfish man and he wanted to be the only one to experience her idea of love.

A flicker of approval passed through his eyes. "Good," he replied. "The resources of the Winston family are yours to use. However, you have to walk the path on your own." … Three years later, in a high-stakes boardroom, my fingers glided over a billion-dollar contract. At the head of the table, I laid down profit reports from an energy futures hedging. And under the spotlight, I signed a multi-billion-dollar rare metal mining deal. The footsteps of supporters began to converge behind me. These past three years, I had deliberately shut out all news from Nuev City.

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.”

Her sleep was long gone and she was completely awake by now. The person over the phone went silent after hearing her words. After a few seconds Anastasia heard the woman clearing her throat and started talking in a more civilized way. "Uhh… miss, I am Susan from Henderson fashion enterprise." The woman said and the remaining sleep flew away from Anastasia's eyes just after hearing the woman. "Henderson Fashion Enterprise? As in Darius Henderson's office?" Anastasia asked in a shock filled tone. Why are they calling her? Do they want the money back? Or are they putting false charges of stealing? Everything is possible by rich people. Or is there any mistake in her work which they want her to

Katheryn and Acheros had arrived at the mansion. From the moment they got in the car until they were in front of the main door, Katheryn kept her cynical face on. But her cynical face looked even more sinister when she heard what the butler said, "Sir, Miss Nicolette has come here and is waiting for you now in the living room." Acheros nodded his head. He turned his head back to look at Kath, but the woman quickly walked past him. Seeing that, Acheros could only take a deep breath.