The moment we finalized a high-society marriage, the true daughter showed up, claiming that the richest couple were her real parents. Even my successful fiancé, she said, was supposed to be hers. I just nodded and smiled. Without my “Charm of Fortune,” would they even be the richest? Could my fiancé have become a rising star in business? Content My fiancé and I, childhood sweethearts, were nearing our wedding day when someone unexpected showed up at our home. She claimed to be my mom’s long-lost biological daughter, saying I’d stolen her life as an imposter heiress. After a DNA test, her story checked out. That night at dinner, Delilah Monroe slammed her chopsticks down and pointed at me, shouting, “Get out of my house! You don’t belong here!” My mom frowned, her voice soft as she said, “Delilah, don’t be so rude to your sister. Jojo may not be my biological daughter, but I raised her.” Delilah threw her bowl to the floor and burst into tears, flinging herself into my mom’s arms. She cried about how hard her life had been, growing up on her own. My mom’s eyes grew red as she listened to Delilah’s story of hardship. “But Jojo isn’t our real daughter. She shouldn’t bear our family name or live here,” Delilah insisted. Mom frowned but stayed silent. I finished my last shrimp and stood, “Well, if that’s how it is, I’ll move out for now. That way, you can spend time with Mom.” Delilah gave me a sharp glare. Mom, clearly heartbroken, slipped a debit card into my hand. “The PIN is your birthday.” Delilah saw the whole thing and broke into loud, panicked sobs. I made a call to Delilah’s brother—oh, I guess I should call him my brother now. Supposedly, a nurse had mixed us up at birth. When the call connected, I heard a gentle, refined male voice on the other end. “Yes, who’s this?” “I’m your sister—the one you’ve never met but are definitely related to. Could you come pick me up?” Half an hour later, a car pulled up at the front door. Delilah shoved me toward it. “Hurry up and leave. Don’t come back!” Mom kept reminding me to take care of myself as I left. I turned and saw my new brother, who had thoughtfully packed my luggage. Glancing at Delilah’s smug expression, I gave her a knowing smirk. “Hope you’re ready. Just don’t regret it later.” After that, I got into the car with my brother, who occasionally stole glances at me while he drove. “Our place is a little small. I hope that’s okay,” he said. “Not a problem! We’re siblings now—we’ll support each other!” I replied, beaming. The car stopped outside an apartment building. No elevator, just stairs. My brother carried my suitcase and had barely reached the door when his phone rang. After a few words, he started smiling and thanked the caller repeatedly. “What’s going on?” I asked when he hung up. “One of my coding projects just won an international award—there’s a $100,000 prize!” he said, clearly overjoyed. I congratulated him with a smile. “I never thought I’d win. I knew they’d pretty much picked the winner, so I just submitted it for fun. But it turns out the favorite dropped out, and I actually won.” I wasn’t surprised, really. I’ve had this “Charm of Fortune” since I was little, and it tends to rub off on those around me.
As a kid, I’d ace multiple-choice questions even with my eyes shut. “Get one free” bottle caps? A regular thing. I’d want ice cream, and suddenly, I’d find five dollars on the sidewalk. I even bought a lottery ticket once on a whim and won thirty million dollars. My parents took that windfall and started investing, so I got in on it too and bought a stock. The stock shot up, and we made a small fortune. From that point on, Mom and Dad’s business boomed. My fiancé, Zach, got his own share of the luck, becoming a rising star in the business world. I patted my brother on the shoulder. “You’ll be even richer soon.” He grinned and said he’d treat me to a nice dinner once the prize money came through. When he finally got it, he didn’t waste a moment before taking me out. During dinner, he mentioned how at work, everyone else had been slacking off while he worked hard, and his boss had noticed—he might even be getting a promotion and a raise. “Jojo, what do you think is up with my luck lately?” he asked. We went to a high-end restaurant, and just as we were ordering, in walked two familiar faces: Zach and Delilah. Delilah froze when she saw me, then angrily pointed at my brother. “Matthew Sinclair, what’s the deal? You’ve never taken me anywhere like this.” I grabbed her finger and twisted it upward with a grin, making her wince in pain. “That’s because we’re actual siblings,” I said, finally letting go as her face paled. “Jojo, it’s been a while,” Zach greeted me. Delilah immediately clung to his arm. “You’re my fiancé! Why are you talking to her?” Zach glanced at me, looking a little embarrassed as he pulled his arm free. “Jojo and I were engaged first. Even if you’re Mr. Carter’s biological daughter, our engagement still doesn’t count.” Delilah stiffened, her eyes welling with tears. “Why? She took everything that was supposed to be mine—Mom and Dad, and you too!” I chuckled and sat back down. Delilah found a seat too, sniffling as Zach’s gaze darted between us. “Jojo, did your parents really kick you out?” he asked. I nodded. “Didn’t you notice I’m here eating with my brother?” Looking uncomfortable, Zach made his way over to Delilah’s side. He still needed the Carter family’s help in business, after all. Now that I was no longer the “Carter heiress,” I’d lost that advantage. After we finished eating, I took my brother to check out some lottery tickets. Scanning the prizes, I picked the one with the biggest payout, while he jokingly scolded me. “Jojo, stop trying to make easy money. It’s better to earn it the hard way.” “I know, but in the face of real skill, everything else is just luck,” I teased. Luck is its own kind of strength, after all. I bought a ticket for two dollars. A week later, I hit the jackpot. After taxes and a donation, I pocketed a cool fifteen million. Matthew’s jaw practically dropped. “Are you… reincarnated as some kind of lucky charm?” To be honest, I’d wondered the same. It seemed pretty likely. Without a second thought, I bought a house right across from the Monroe Estate and moved in with glee. Even Delilah’s dog, who’d been in her arms, ran right over to me, wagging its tail like crazy. “What are you doing here? Get out of my house!” Delilah screeched. I pointed to the house across the street. “Funny you should mention it—that’s my place.” Delilah didn’t believe me until I threw the property deed in her face. My parents didn’t seem surprised in the slightest. After all, they’d built their fortune because I once bought a scratch-off ticket on a whim and won. They even invited me over for dinner.
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