Novel & Cerita The Fortune Game

He even stepped closer to her. Fortunata didn't pull away. Instead, she tilted her head, giving him a small, challenging smile—the kind of smile that suggested Paolo would have to work much harder, and perhaps be much more honest, if he wanted to win this particular case. She was a woman of high walls and deep foundations, and Greg realized, with a mixture of terror and excitement, that he was finally playing a game where he didn't hold all the cards. …

, Jared repeated the question. "The fortress was created by a research scientist named Gary Bradley and his wife Lily Bradley after the first set of evolved humans were found and the first set was he and his son. Two years after the inability to control his abilities of growing eight times his original size whenever he was angry or excited, he decided to create an institution named the fortress because he knew he wasn't the only one going through the difficulty of controlling his abilities. That same year, his four year old son who was diagnosed deaf started bleeding excessively from his ear and a medical doctor and otolaryngologist by profession named Alexander Scott told Doctor Gary that h

He stirs, reaching out to tuck my hair behind my ear. “Good morning, wife,” he murmurs. I smile wide. “Good morning, husband.” Epilogue Thorton Gallardo POV “I need last quarter’s profit reports,” Zandra says into the phone pinched between her ear and her shoulder while she balances our son, Greggy, on her hip. “And I need you to stop by the gambling den on Fourth. I’ve gotten a report that a frequent customer of theirs might be cheating. Nobody steals from the house.”

“N-No, it's nothing important. I was just saying that there's no need for us to think too much about these things. Maybe it's best to go with the flow.” Seeing her stubborn expression, I was just about to give up on the matter when an idea suddenly popped up on my mind. “Alright, Catalina," I leaned back in my chair, letting a lazy smirk tug at my lips. “Since we’re not getting anywhere like this, how about we play a game?” “A game?” She asked, her brows rose with suspicion. “No way. You are definitely up to something and I'm not going to fall for it.” “C'mon, it's simple,” I insisted. “In this game, we ask each other questions. If anyone gets it wrong, then we strip a piece of clothing. Tha

Then stopped as if remembering something. " But if he's called off the bet, how the hell are we going to know if he really has feelings for you?" She asked. I pondered on it for a while and thats when I smirked. " Just because a player quits doesn't mean the game's over." I said and stared ahead. Ariana watched me keenly. " And what do you have in mind?" She asked menacingly. I chuckled. " Its a game right?" " Right." " Then we keep on playing...." I said and glanced at her. She grinned wildly and hugged me tightly.

Reporters were asking so many questions like ‘ Mr. Salvatore is she your wife?’ ‘Did she marry you because of money?’ ‘Sir ,is it true that your marriage is arranged?’ ‘Mr. Salvatore did you marry her because she is pregnant with your child?’ ‘Sir is she pregnant ?’ Erthan and I ignore them and we made our way into the ballroom, the decoration was beautiful it was a rose gold theme. Every corner of the ballroom was screaming money They did spend much on the decoration I am sure

He stood before the familiar, steady eyes, the hint of a smile he had once been the sole recipient of. He whispered his words for Joe alone: "We made it, Joe. We're not just bound by fortune." A single, proud tear traced a path down his cheek, unseen by anyone but the man in the portrait. "We are the fortune." A blaze of fireworks blossomed across the sky outside, a kaleidoscope of colors reflected in the dark glass of the Ekon-Brian Tower, a thousand fleeting stars against an immortal city, the pulse of a dynasty never to fade. ---

Book One: Prisoner of Fortune "Another card for the lady?" Shania glanced down at her cards uneasily. What had possessed her to attempt a table at the casino? She'd never even touched a slot machine. Of course, she had never been one to balk at risks either. That could explain how she found herself dropping fifty dollars on one game of blackjack, sitting around a table with a stone-faced dealer and two other men, both older and likely vastly more experienced than herself. She had to discover for herself what the game that had nearly gotten her husband killed was all about. Ex-husband, her mind whispered. Or soon to be ex-husband, to be more exact.

"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 gave him a smirk while staring at him. "You really love playing games, huh? You know so much about that. In the end, it's the women who get hurt. When the game gets serious, you suddenly back off. Women think they're close to winning because you're taking it seriously, but in the middle of the game, you back off. You're afraid of losing to us. You're afraid of being the loser in the end!" I shouted at him, spitting out my words. He closed his eyes due to the splash of my saliva. "What game are you talking about?" Mama shouted from our direction, noticing the commotion while Oliver still had his eyes closed.