Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Billionaire Is 83

Chapter 83 Hope, Perhaps

1 froze, completely shocked Could Carter really see me?

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It that was true, then maybe there was still hope. But before I could speak, Luke's voice rang out from

outside

Chloe, where are you?"

He sounded desperate-stumbling around like a lost man. His weak steps crashed against the walls, and the rold air he dragged in made the vigil lights flicker and

The wind whipped through the hall, and snow blew in with it. Carter blinked, a tired, self-mocking look crossing his face.

"Of course. You're here too."

I was puzzled. Why was Carter here? Who was he waiting for?

The noise outside grew louder. I rushed to see what was happening. Luke was gripping the monk's robe, his face twisted with anger. "Why is there no woman here? I saw Chloe come in. It's you. You're hiding "Mr. Bolton, please calm down, the driver urged. His voice was gentle but firm. "There's no woman here. The master hasn't lied to you."

"Sorry, master. Mr. Bolton's been hit really hard lately. He's seeing things."

The driver glanced at the master, who remained sitting cross-legged, his face neutral. He muttered two words: "Fateful bond."

"Fateful bond? What nonsense is that?" Luke growled, his eyes wild with frustration. "I just want Chloe back!"

His eyes were bloodshot, his words nearly a plea. "Everyone says Mount Spiritus is sacred. They say if you pray with enough sincerity, your wishes will be granted. I came to find my wife. She's here! I saw her!" The master sighed quietly and handed Luke a fortune box. "I can see your heart is pure. The gods will guide you. Draw a prophecy."

The driver, who never believed in this sort of thing, was willing to try anything. Luke was losing his grip on reality, and the driver hoped that this ritual might give him some peace.

"Mr. Bolton, my grandmother always said fortunes are true. You should give it a try."

Luke knelt before the altar. His face grew

ew more serious as he stared at the statues around him.

He held the fortune box with both hands, closed his eyes, and shook it gently.

The hall was silent except for the sound of the papers rustling inside the box. Then, with a soft clink, one paper fell to the ground.

The driver quickly bent down to pick it up. "Mr. Bolton, this must be the one....

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stopped speaking when he

grabbed the paper from his hands, and I leaned forward

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"Moon in the deep pool, a'reflection in the mirror,

paper. "This... this fortune...

fingers tightened around the paper.

hands in a prayer, "Mr. Bolton, this the worst omen. "The moon reflects in a deep pool, seen in the

flowers in the mirror-both are illusions.

box slipped from Luke's hands. The pieces

be? An

cutting through the air. "Luke, this is a sacred place. You cannot behave this way. Do not disturb

fortune landed with a thud beside his

"Damian," Carter said softly.

a tall man with a scar bent down and picked up the fallen stick

forward, his face contorted in madness. "What is

leaned in closer, curiosity getting

read, "A dragon, once trapped, finds its way

yellow dragon, long confined to the depths, would one day rise. It would soar halfway to the sky. All its efforts

much

the dragon, trapped in the depths because of

the dragon, and I'm the flower in the mirror, Carter. You're fine where you are. Why

held true, it meant that Carter would eventually take control of everything the Boltons had. No amount

hand in everything-his looks, his character, his

holding him

raised his hand

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face turned even colder at

hand. With a swift

The driver paused, unsure.

when Damian shot him a look, the driver snapped

him down

"Yes, yes..."

about to step forward, something caught my

on Luke, I bent down to

fortune in a moment. A gentleman leaves the mountain for now; when a tiger and a rabbit cross paths, good news follows. Focus on your goal, and even in busy times,

you meet the

monk carefully returned the other fortunes to

my feet, a faint, knowing smile

he said quietly.