Loved You Once But He's My Forever

Billionaire Is 83 Chapter 83 Hope, Perhaps 1 froze, completely shocked Could Carter really see me? 53% 10 Free Coins 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 cin. 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 cto 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 speace.

"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....

1/4 Sat, Dec Chapter 83 Hope, Perhaps He stopped speaking when he saw Luke's face.

Luke grabbed the paper from his hands, and I leaned forward to read the words written on it.

+10 Free Cons The message read. "Moon in the deep pool, a'reflection in the mirror, an empty vision, bringing news of peace." paper. "This... this fortune...

Lake's fingers tightened around the paper. "This The master put his hands in a prayer, "Mr. Bolton, this the worst omen. "The moon reflects in a deep pool, seen in the mirror.

"It speaks of the moon in the water, the flowers in the mirror-both are illusions. If you seek someone, it is unlikely your wish will be granted." The fortune box slipped from Luke's hands. The pieces of paper scattered across the floor in all directions.

He dropped to his knees, his face a mask of despair, muttering, "How can this be? An empty joy? How can it be empty? Is it really impossible for Chloe to return?" A sharp voice rang out, cutting through the air. "Luke, this is a sacred place. You cannot behave this way. Do not disturb the peace of the Buddha." As the voice spoke, a fortune landed with a thud beside his wheelchair.

"Damian," Carter said softly.

Behind him, a tall man with a scar bent down and picked up the fallen stick near Luke's chair.

Luke suddenly lunged forward, his face contorted in madness. "What is it?" I leaned in closer, curiosity getting the better of me.

The fortune read, "A dragon, once trapped, finds its way to water." "The yellow dragon, long confined to the depths, would one day rise. It would soar halfway to the sky. All its efforts would cto fruition, and its luck would slowly improve." It didn't need much interpretation. It was obvious.

He was the dragon, trapped in the depths because of his ruined legs.

When Luke saw the fortune, his frustration grew. He charged toward Carter. "You're the dragon, and I'm the flower in the mirror, Carter. You're fine where you are. Why cback and fightfor this?" If the fortune held true, it meant that Carter would eventually take control of everything the Boltons had. No amount of help from Jeffrey could change that.

Carter had the upper hand in everything-his looks, his character, his skills, his methods.

The only thing holding him back was his legs.

In his madness, Luke raised his hand to strike.

2/4 Chapter 88 Hope. Perhaps Damian's face turned even colder at the sight.

He stepped forward, quickly blocking Carter, grabbing Luke's hand. With a swift kick. Luke was sent flying.

The driver paused, unsure.

But when Damian shot him a look, the driver snapped to attention.

"Take him down the mountain." "Yes, yes..." Just as I was about to step forward, something caught my eye. A fortune lay at my feet.

While the driver was focused on Luke, I bent down to see what was written on it.

The fortune read. "Misfortune becomes 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 will find peace. It was clear enough.

Good and bad often go hand in hand. If you meet the right person, bad luck can turn into something better. The monk carefully returned the other fortunes to their place, one by one.

When he picked up the one by my feet, a faint, knowing smile tugged at his lips.

"Fortune within misfortune," he said quietly. "How curious.

I looked around the room, surrounded by statues of gods. Was this a message? Could there still be a way out for me, even after I was gone? But I was already dead. I couldn't even get my revenge. What could I possibly do now? Luke, after Damian's kick, coughed up blood. The driver, clearly shaken, quickly sought help and took him down the mountain.

I couldn't wander far from Luke, not with the restrictions.

As they led him to a side room to rest, I took one last look back.

Carter sat quietly in his wheelchair, his gaze fixed on the towering statue in the hall. He gripped the fortune tightly his fingers pale against the paper. I couldn't make out his expression, and I couldn't understand why he was there.

Outside, the wind howled, and snow slammed against the walls.

At that moment, Luke got a call from Jeffrey, his voice sharp on the other end, telling Luke to return to the Boltons.

3/4 SUL, VIN: Chapter 83 Hope, Perhaps +10 Free Coins Nelson's team had tracked down the Boltons. Jeffrey had found out about my situation, and he was furious.

I hadn't been at the Boltons long. Mr. Tucker's team had only cto ask a few questions.

Luke walked into the study, only for an ink bottle to cflying at him.

He moved fast, dodging the bottle. It splattered across his clothes, but he managed to avoid getting hit.

"Grandpa." Jeffrey pounded the desk with his fists. "Don't callthat. Tellwhat happened to Chloe. Why did the police show up?" Luke's eyes were red, his lips cracked. He looked drained, worn thin by whatever he had been through.

He sank to his knees, staring blankly.

"I don't know. Maybe she's just missing.

m 9. Grandpa, tight now, it's all about Esmee. If she wakes up, the police can get the answers they need. Then, we can find Chloc." With a loud crash, Jeffrey's fury erupted. He swept a vase off the table, sending it crashing to the floor.

His eyes, cloudy with anger, burned with rage. "You're talking about the girl in the ICU? I just got word. She's dead. An hour ago." I felt my body freeze. The news hitlike a blow. I stared at Jeffrey, my mind racing.

What? Esmee was gone?