Love And Fortune: A Gamble For Two Novels & Stories

I go to the table. The page is dense, old handwriting in two languages, English and something older that I recognize as a Creole variant from my archive research. The English portion is a full clinical description of a working called The Lover's Ruin, which I have read about in Beatrice Ashworth's journals but which has never been as specific as what is written here. I read. The curse activates upon inheritance of the Sterling fortune. This I knew. The compulsion layer drives the heir to sabotage genuine love through pride, cruelty, and self-destruction. This I knew.

Later when Marguerite helped Madam Nora with the dishes, the woman suddenly paused, her gaze fixed intently on Marguerite. "Though you've faced hardship on your journey, you seem to be having the time of your life. But I see a shadow looming over this pleasant interlude. Something difficult awaits you, a choice that will test your resolve." Marguerite shot a wary glance at the woman. "You're unsettling me, Ma'am. Are you one of those fortune tellers?" The woman's smile widened. "Let's call it a special intuition. Now, listen closely. Love can be a double-edged sword, blessing and burden both. I see two extraordinary men vying for your heart, and you'll face a difficult choice."

"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

I laughed, “But somewhere along the way…” His eyes softened. “Yeah?” I threaded my fingers through his. “It became love too.” His face spread into a smile that reached his eyes, then he lifted our joined hands and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. The gesture was so simple and yet, so tender. “I can live with that,” he murmured. I smiled. “So can I.” And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“And if you really have a problem with it, darling, you can always take me to court. You can sue me. Let’s see if a judge takes your side or your wife's side.” Then she lowered her voice and teased him. “Go ahead. Tell your little mistress that using your card is shameful. I dare you.” Zion opened his mouth to argue, but he was so shocked he couldn't get the words out. Mina didn't care. She ignored him and started walking to her room with all her new "treasures." As she passed Jade, she gave her a playful wink just to make her mad. Zion watched her go and wondered if marrying her was a huge mistake.

Grandma had pointed at her and screamed, calling her a self-righteous lunatic. "You either love a child, or you don’t. Why are you hiding behind this lottery nonsense? If you don’t want Silas Vale, I’ll take him back to the countryside right now. Otherwise, throw away that damned lottery box and love both children together!" Mom had sneered back coldly. "How I love my children is none of your business. I love both of them, of course. But there will always be bias. That can’t be controlled. "That’s exactly why I bought the lottery box to truly be fair. If they want something, they rely on their own luck. Their father and I won’t interfere. If he can’t draw the long stick, that just means he’s

That feeling when just his presence was enough to make your day… That feeling when his existence was enough to make you smile and live on… That precious feeling when he said he’s ready to forgive everything that you’ve done… Because he’s genuinely loving you back. I laughed at myself. Why did I ever leave him? Why did I believe others more than himself? Why did I let false stories get the better of me? Didn’t I trust him? Love was indeed a gamble. You win or you lose. You are risking your chance every time you let yourself fall for someone without really a clue where love will take you or what it could compel you to do….If whether it’ll make you happier or bury you deeper into the pits of lo

I said, my voice steady but burning with anger. She catwalked back to me, “Someone I respect said, the love grows after being married,” she giggled. “If you don't want to, I would have no choice but to let grandma know about the past relationship you had and might still have towards your enemy's daughter.” My hands clenched into fists, “How can a person change overnight?” I said, anger laced beneath my words. Her hands caressed my chest, “Love made me,” she said, chuckling. “I would be waiting for you in the bedroom Chelo.”

"What else do you even have left? Your worthless life?" I raised my hand and pointed straight at Hillary sitting next to him. "Hillary. If I lose this round, I'll divorce her. She'll be all yours." Hillary's face flushed crimson with rage as she snapped, "What the hell are you babbling on about, Lucas Murray?" I stood up from my seat and challenged Shane, "Do you have the guts? Just one round. If I win, I want back everything that was lost earlier, plus another three million dollars." My bloodshot eyes made everyone think I'd completely lost my mind in the heat of gambling.

Every strike, every parry, every feint carried the weight of everything love, betrayal, survival. And as the sun climbed higher over the burning estate, Lucy knew: this was only the beginning of Joana’s gambit. Steel clashed like thunder. The air cracked with each strike, sparks scattering into the smoke-thick courtyard. Gabriel drove Joana back a step, then another, his blade fueled by fury and desperation. But Joana’s smile did not falter; her eyes gleamed with cruel delight as though the duel was nothing more than a game she was winning.