Miss Fortune Ruined King Novels & Stories

He just got back to his feet when a knock came on his door and his secretary, Jane, walked in. Immediately she did, Prince Lucas turned to her and put his fingers on her lips, signaling her to be quiet. She gave a quick glance to Charlotte who lay asleep and nodded. She followed him as he walked to his table. "What is it?" He asked her as quietly as he could. "The shareholders aren't happy you missed the meeting yesterday." She said. "I'm here now." Prince Lucas said. "But they're losing confidence in you." Prince Lucas rolled his eyes. "Oh please. They're just upset I'm not endorsing their dishonest schemes." He said His eyes once again fell on Charlotte. Jane noticed it.

"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

he continued, "Get back 'ere. Do you have any idea what some would pay for her kind? Or even just for proof one of them survived?" The other two who remained looked at him sceptically, but the first took out his phone, which flashed brightly with the sound of a camera shutter a moment later. "Are you mad?!" one of the others said, "You want to try and catch a bloody Royal?!" and the first shrugged, "Well, she doesn't seem all that tough, does she? Probably weak, from being on the run and all."

Their Kingdom was powerful and their Moonstone heritage was rich. "Well then, that is wonderful news" I said, relieved that Thorne had settled down and found a mate. "Not quite your majesty" Akan quickly added. I stared at him with a questioning expression. "His bride and her family had...an accident" he paused for a second "All of them are dead, and he has lost his wife. He is now the King of MoonShire" We both stared at ourselves. We didn't say anything, but we both understood exactly what was going on.

he asked again. "Fred—" Ruth began. But he cut her off, voice rising sharply, "I asked you! Did you or did you not?" "It was her own doing! She wronged you, consorted with people from the Obsidian Monarch's household, and caused you to miss opportunity after opportunity! Even the mission at Mount Iron! She engineered it to ruin your reputation!" Ruth ranted in reply. Seeing her son's condition, she felt a pain deeper than anyone else could understand. A king could die or be wounded, but he couldn't be maimed! How could he rule if he were crippled? Her son's future had already grown bleak, and with it, her own. She could no longer see a path forward.

Yet, I'm starting to accept it. "Well, since you've been gone so long, the kingdom was starting to lose hope. Without a true king or queen, there was unrest. So we decided it would be for the best if we took the thrown." Dixie explained. Fiddling with Levin's fingers. Nervous about what we're gonna say.

He was leaving today and I needed to show some respect to him. I took my Royal sword at last after getting ready properly. I moved faster and reached the Royal Court. My presence was announced loudly and I was the last person to join the court. The King was sitting on the Throne and every important person on their couches too. The moment I sat on my big and jewelled couch. The King said loudly. "So, The King of Kabul, Sultan Rafiq Sulaiman. As I gave you the opportunity to ask for anything in return of saving the Fortune of Mahabaleshgarh, Please ask for something and make us unburdened." His voice echoed in the hall loudly.

One of the men that had taken you replied. "The king’s son is coming today." The other man stated as he watched you with sinister eyes. "Make sure she looks presentable." They strip the blinds away. Adjusting to the dim, torch lit room, you notice the stack of wet hay flooding the rough floor as well as the misty dark metal. You start to panic. How on earth did you end up in a dungeon! Looking up in horror, you noticed something fairly odd about the men. They all seemed to protrude long canine teeth that resembled those fangs of a vampire.

"You’re not thinking straight. If you storm Drogomor now, you’ll be walking into a death trap. The Mad King is expecting you to react like this.” His words stung because I knew they were true. Derek, the so-called Mad King, was a master manipulator. He thrived on chaos, and I would be playing right into his hands if I acted on impulse. But how could I not? The image of Nicolas haunted me—his laughter, his innocence, his stubbornness, his fierce determination. He was my mate, my other half, and I had failed him. The pain of the mark on my skin was nothing compared to the agony of imagining him suffering.

But he buried it fast. “You’re mine,” he said. The words landed wrong. Sharp. Possessive. Heavy. And something inside her recoiled. The energy surged again. Violent. Unforgiving. “I’m not something you own!” The explosion that followed cracked the ground beneath her feet. The King moved this time. Fast. Too fast to track. One second he was standing still—next, he was in front of her, grabbing her wrists, grounding her before the next wave could destroy half the chamber.