Sarah Fortune Arcane Novels & Stories

Seeing that Aaron was unresponsive, Sarah hastened to beg the black-clad men, "My mother is the chairman of Luman Real Estate. She's very wealthy, with two billion. How about you release Aaron and me, and I promise to give you the money?" The black-clad man then leisurely looked at her, his playful gaze wandering between Elaine and Sarah. Suddenly, he turned around and said to Aaron, "Mr. Brown is indeed fortunate, with two beauties, each with her own unique qualities." Hearing this, Elaine's heart skipped a beat. A chill ran down her spine. This black-clad man seemed to imply something more. Could it be... Suddenly, she looked up and met Aaron's sharp gaze. An idea flashed through her mind,

Now, I wake up the following morning, unclothed and entangled with Loretta in bed. ......................................................................... I promptly dressed and requested that Loretta do the same, urging her to depart without further discussion. The evidence was undeniable; waking up naked with her was an irrefutable sign that something had transpired between us. Loretta seemed relentless in her desire to cause havoc in my life. From innocently helping me cook to ending up in bed together, the circumstances defied easy explanation. The gravity of the situation was overwhelming, as I realized Loretta's realization of my status as the CEO of Melanie Company had driven her to

However, I will only do that if our plan does not work. "So, who is Belinda meeting tonight? I want to know because I want to know who the man is that she is going to me. I do not want him to know me. You know, I had a lot of affairs during my time, and I do not want him to be one of my ex-lovers because he will immediately warn her against me," Sarah says. I know Sarah had a lot of lovers, especially older men with a lot of money, who would shower her with gifts. That is also why our mother and father want nothing to do with her; she is greedy and only goes out with guys she knows have money because she wants money.

Even when I knew there was little I could do to change the situation. Scarlet wasn’t Arabelle. Once reborn, she took on a new life and identity, her memories erased completely. I was aware of how much effort I needed to get her to fall for me, and I was mistaken that my genuineness would touch her deep inside. Yet, I was so wrong.

The sudden influx of raw, uncurated memory slammed into Sarah like a physical blow. The archive trembled, its stability fracturing as the stolen memories rebelled against her control, causing her power to flicker erratically. ​"Stop this!" Sarah shrieked, her voice echoing with a multi-layered distortion as she tried to gather the collapsing shards of her magic to strike a fatal blow. ​In the dead center of the chaos, Sarah raised her hands, gathering a massive sphere of crackling, ink-black lightning—the final execution protocol of the ancient contract. She hurled it straight toward Laura, aiming to erase her from existence in one definitive flash.

I followed while I placed my hand on her ankle for reassurance. We emerged into a larger ancient chamber. The walls were lined with iron shelves holding dozens of locked chests and leather-bound volumes. This was it: the archive. Caterina’s breath caught. “Look.” In the center of the room stood a stone sarcophagus. The lid was carved with the broken circle symbol. Lucian. The false saint. We approached together. The lid was slightly ajar. Inside, instead of bones, we found documents, stacks of them actually, and a smaller chest filled with gold coins and jewels. The hidden fortune.

Back then, Cheryl used to say, "Nate, once we make money, we'll buy a place with a view of the Hatton River." My phone buzzed. It was a text from her. "You really think you can stand on your own two feet without me, Nathan? You know better than anyone how ruthless this circle is." The Bentley rolled to a stop in front of Garrison Group's headquarters. David stepped out and opened my door. "Mr. Garrison, we're here." I walked into the lobby. The receptionist spotted me and immediately bowed her head respectfully. "Good morning, Mr. Garrison." It was true that society was ruthless. Here, no one cared what clothing brand a person wore. Only that person's last name mattered.

"While you sit here looking like sad, broken people." ‎I could not look at her. ‎"Get the fuck out of my sight," she said coldly. "Both of you. Right now." ‎Marcus and I stood up fast. ‎"Wait," Sarah said. We froze. "Let me be very clear about one thing. If by God Crowley becomes a partner in my company. If by some miracle he takes even one percent of what is mine, I will make sure both of you learn what real hell feels like." ‎She stepped closer. Her voice dropped to almost a whisper.

"I’m sure you're mistaken. He doesn’t even know me. We don't get along, plus he is dating Veronica.” Cara arched her brow. "The harpy?" Sarah giggled amusedly. “Oh! Cara.” Cara stood her ground. She never liked Veronica. “But it's true. She's a witch, too.” Sarah’s giggling ended, and silence settled between them. Sarah stared at the ceiling, her mind spinning. "I just… I can’t let him find out. Not now. Not ever." Cara sighed softly. She totally understood her friend, but the man she just saw was capable of finding for himself— if he so chose, what Sarah was hiding from him.