Love And Fortune: A Gamble For Two Novels & Stories

He bring me to his house, gave me the care I craved and the family I wished for and not to forget the love I never imagined. I don't think I can call it anything else other than our fate. He is my Fate! My Fated Love! **************************** The END... Do leave your views... Thank you for reading...

We’d talk late into the night, sipping bourbon by the fireplace, like two men trying to understand life before it ended. One night, after a few too many drinks, I asked him, “You ever been in love?” He smiled like he’d seen a ghost. “I think I have.” I laughed. “Good. Don’t lose it. Ever. I lost mine. And I’ve never recovered.” He leaned closer, genuinely curious. “What happened?” I stared into the fire. “She was. everything. Wild and soft. Brave and complicated. We made vows, blood ones.” My voice cracked. “I let her go because I was a coward in a world built on control. But I never stopped dreaming about her. Every damn night. I see her eyes.”

The rain tapped softly against the plastic canopy. Looking at Hunter, I suddenly remembered the card from the night before our marriage registration. "Thank you for participating." I had once thought I was simply unlucky. I never drew the best prize. No one ever came back with the umbrella. I never received the kind of special treatment borne out of unconditional love. Later, I finally understood that it wasn't that I had bad luck. It was that from the very beginning, they had never included my name in the prize list. I looked at Hunter and said, "I've looked enough."

“You're welcome. So, I'm gonna ask you again. What are you gonna do about it?” I sighed and twirled the coffee cup round. “Nothing,” I said again. “Don't you see, Kayle? This all started as a game. It was never meant to last forever because someone always has to win the game. Love or not, we were always destined for disaster. He was always gonna be the murderer in Clue, I'd always win the most money in Monopoly. Jack would always hold the most cards at the end of the round of Old Maid, and I'd always top him at Jenga. Not everyone has a 'one,' Kayle, and whether he's mine or not, it doesn't mean we have to be a two. I did this because you guys asked me. I didn't want to – and I didn't want t

“Old joke, old joke. Come in, come in.” He wrapped an arm around my shoulder and dragged me inside, smiling so wide his gold teeth were glittering. It was probably intentional, though, to show off the teeth. Gary muttered, “Shameless.” Inside, the House of Fortune was chaos wrapped in luxury. Women in revealing clothes poured drinks, dice rolled endlessly, and laughter and curses collided. The air was filled with the stench of sweat, tobacco, greed, and desperation. “This place reeks.” I,muttered to Zic who was leaning so close.

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.

I didn’t want statues. I wanted a world where girls like me never had to break just to breathe. One year later… The chapel in Vermont had been rebuilt. Lucien and I stood at the altar again—this time, not as a transaction. But as something more dangerous. Two people who had burned everything, and still found love in the ashes. He took my hand. “You still think I’m the devil?” he teased. I smiled. “No. Just the man who walked through hell with me.” We kissed, as the last winter snow fell around us, soft and silent.

“While I promise to tell everything about me the day I will confess my love for you.” “Hold on, is this your way to say YES to my proposal?” Artemis asked, and his eyes twinkled. “You really have no issue with that? I mean, your past experience is not that too?” “Love is a gamble; you take a chance, let your heart go, Like a dice, You never know the result…. Until the end.” “Stop your poetry, Artemis,” Caroline said while he just grinned ear to ear.

After Thea made Anthony Bertram and his company wish they’d never been born, she was going on the vacation she deserved, all by herself. She could hardly wait. The End Don’t miss Thea and Anthony’s story in Taking a Chance on Love. When a mix-up results in Thea Younger showing up at billionaire Anthony Bertram’s supposedly private cabin during his vacation, all of his plans are completely upended. She’s just what he doesn’t need: beautiful, spirited, and so maddening that suddenly all Anthony wants is to make her his. One click Taking a Chance on Love now! Not ready for Then Came You to end? Sign up for an exclusive bonus chapter! Find out what happens when Ash decides to buy Violet that bet

Why can't I take it? I was dreaming of this to happen. To marry him, to build a happy family and to have a lot of children but I didn't expect this to happen. Why is it so unfair? The tears filled my eyes until it overflowed and fell down when I felt Ellwood's warm hand on my shoulder. "Never set limits, it's difficult to wait, but more difficult to regret," he said while looking at the gate where Hezekiah left. I quickly blinked and wiped the tears on my cheeks. His words made me realize that choosing the safest path is not an easy way. It's not bad to gamble again, even if I lose again for the second time, I won't regrer anything. I won't live with regrets.