Lifting A Lucky Hubby の小説・ストーリー

I'm a good luck charm to my wife by nature. After marrying me, Heather Seymour, who's crippled because of a car crash, miraculously stands up on her own and gets to ditch the wheelchair. On top of that, her business is booming as well. In less than half a year, she successfully establishes her own company. After Heather's company goes public, she tells me with a smile that she wants to give me a huge gift at the celebration party. I'm filled with anticipation, thinking that Heather finally wants to fulfill her promise of having a child with me. But instead, Heather is seen lacing fingers with her subordinate, Lucas Mallard, at the celebration party. Not only does she announce her relations

It wasn’t an ordinary smile, but the kind of smile that sends a chill down anyone’s spine. “Because my wife asked me to find out who her parents are. She asked me.” He chuckled softly. “So when I tell you she’s a wealthy heiress, it won’t seem suspicious. It will seem like a significant coincidence of fate.” Richard didn’t move, holding his glass as he thought about the news and what might happen. “You’re a lucky son of a bitch.” “It’s not luck.” Sebastian leaned back, proud. “It’s perfect timing. She came to me vulnerable, desperate for answers... and me? I’ll be the hero who helped her discover the truth.”

"Shh, thank you. Don't tell anyone I hitched a ride." Leander was hypnotized by the child who was already carefully getting out of the trunk. Through the body of the car next to them with no one around, the small feet disappeared there. "Lean, what are you thinking? You're taking so long to unload the luggage," protested Nerina about her twin brother's behavior. She approached Leander and patted his shoulder. "What are you thinking? You gave up on these three suitcases. If so, I say you've failed to be a real man."

Makes you want to yell it mid-orgasm. I cleared my throat. “Jay. But I guess you knew that. Since this is… my engagement party. That I totally knew about. Because I’m not surprised. Or panicking.” “Hmm.” He smiled, amused. “My sister is incredibly lucky to be marrying a man like you.” I flinched like he’d slapped me. Lucky? LUCKY?! Sir, I am LITERALLY carrying your demon twins in my stomach like a ticking scandal time bomb and you’re talking about luck?

In the study, Horton stood in front of William, with a cigarette between his fingers. Of course, he did not light it. The old lady was old and couldn't smell the smell of cigarettes. Although Horton was addicted to smoking, he still paid attention to the old lady's health. Horton was the only son of the old lady, and he had been pampered by the old lady since he was a child. Especially after his father's death, the mother and son's hearts had always been attached to the mother and son's heart in the big family of the Sandler Family.

"Don't worry, I have people posted at the entrance. If Ava dares to show up and make trouble, we'll have her thrown out immediately." Liam, seeing I hadn't come, breathed a sigh of relief. "Chloe, just focus on delivering our baby safely. Don't worry about anything else." He truly believed that since he was only fulfilling his dying ex's last wish, I would never be so unreasonable as to make a fuss. Looking at the tiny, rosy infant in his arms, he sent me a text: "Darling, I did this for you. I had her carry a child for us, so you could finally be a mother."

She leans in and whispers, “I’ve been told this is for good luck.” Good luck. Who in their right mind would put their judgement and future on some luck and, likely, a superstition? I go to protest, but she turns and dashes away before I can say anything. The uneasy feeling I had earlier comes back. My gaze goes back to the bubbly drink in front of me. My eyebrows furrow together as I contemplate whether to drink it. “Trinity!” My head whips up, and my gaze meets my husband’s dark eyes, which sparkle as he lifts his champagne glass in the air and motions for me to do the same. The corner of his mouth curves upward, almost in a smirk.

Hunter picked up the jacket from the couch and draped it over her shoulders. Looking at my expression, Gabriel sighed. "Natalie, don't overthink it. Hunter's marrying you tomorrow. Tiff is just everyone's little sister." I looked at him. "Would a little sister accept a pink diamond personally chosen by her future brother-in-law?" The smile on Gabriel's face faded. "Do you have to put it that way?" Hunter turned back to me, his voice low and cold. "Natalie, that's enough." Suddenly, I didn't feel like saying another word. In this little game, I had been humiliated. Yet, I was still expected to smile and say, "My luck is really terrible."

I said in a quiet but sharp voice. Sonia sneered, recovering quickly. “Of course I do. Lucky is the eldest grandson of the Winston family. He’ll have a mother who matches his status—certainly not someone as lowly as you.” A faint, bitter smile touched my lips. I leaned back against the elevator wall, my gaze calculating. “Then I wish you success,” I said softly. As the elevator neared the ground floor, a thought struck me like lightning. “What would happen if Sonia finds out that Lucky isn’t Richard’s biological pup? ”

, she asked while he looked at the surroundings. "No. Payal. Don't use your tricks. I am not going to do that" Mihir was stern in his opinion. "Excuse me, brother," Payal called someone nearby while he turned to her instantly. "My husband is not ready to lift me. Can you lift me instead?" Payal asked throwing her hands over him. Mihir widened his eyes. "Sure beauty" the man replied with a cheeky smile and forwards to lift her. "Oh hello, you just carry on your business." With that, Mihir lifted her suddenly and the man laughed at the possessive husband. Payal just pecked his cheeks in reflex.