Raising my Fiancè with Money

Raising my Fiancé with Money (1)

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“This is the first time in my life that I have ever been so lucky.”

The fortune teller checked the cards and mumbled as if the results were doubtful.

She flipped the cards solemnly and raised her head.

“There’s a lot of luck in the amount of money you’ll get by just picking up money whilst taking a stroll on the street!”

The fortune teller struck the table strongly.

Ilia, startled, looked at her with excitement.

“It’s the kind of luck where you’ll be hit with money while you breathe.
All the money in the world just

gravitates towards you.”

It really was just magical.

As the fortune teller said, Ilia had never had a problem with money.

No, I was worried because I had too much money.

Ilia was born to a wealthy count’s family.

Originally, it was a famous family known for being rich, and since Ilia was born, the family’s money has not ceased.

Each of the businesses that were handed over were successful, a distant relative who did not even know her name, left a tremendous legacy, and was number one at all events that had prizes.

One time I went out without a penny, and ended up picking gold coins while walking down the street.

As the fortune teller said, Ilia was a great person with a fortune.

Ilia sat down and got closer to the fortune teller.

“I actually already know about my luck in wealth, and I’m curious about my luck in love since I’m getting married soon.”

“Of course I’ll see it.”

When asked to draw new cards, Ilia carefully picked out five cards.

After she chose all of them, the fortune teller flipped the cards over, one by one.

The expression of the fortune teller who was checking the cards became more serious.

When the last card was revealed, the fortune teller exhaled the breath he had held.

Ilia nervously looked down at the card.

A man lying in a coffin, a sword pierced through his heart, a skeleton sitting on a chair…

It looked unusual even to her who was not familiar with it.

“Luck in love…”

The fortune teller, who had checked all the cards, shook his head.

“You’re very dry.” (PR/N: Dry as in terms of her love life.)

“….Yeah?”

“To put it simply, it’s ruined.”

Ilia’s face distorted at his gaze of regret.

“No, why?”

The couple, who had an engagement ceremony three years ago, was about to get married.

It wasn’t a political marriage, it was a built on love.

Her relationship with her fiancé was smooth, and there was no specific problem.

The fortune teller who felt like he swallowed needles opened his mouth with a serious face.

“It seems the lady’s luck in love was replaced by her luck in wealth.”

Ilia, who had been told bad news, almost trembled at the fortune teller’s words and barely kept herself together.

And she answered as calmly as possible.

“I have a fiance.”

“Is that so? Not for much longer then.”

‘What are you talking about.’

The fortune teller who was sorting out the cards said as Ilia frowned.

So the fortune teller sent Ilya out.

Ilya, who left the store, was very home-sick.

The fortune she was given from birth was amazing, but my luck of love was very upsetting.

“It’s not worth a visit.”

I went there on purpose after asking around, but I was not happy to hear that my seed of love-luck had dried up.

Ilya wandered around the main street to refresh herself.

But what the fortune teller said followed her like a shadow.

A woman like her not being able to keep the budding seeds of love together.

Even my fiancé will be gone soon.

Even though I thought it was nonsense, I was upset for no reason.

Ilya, who was walking down the street, suddenly stopped.

“……”

I kept getting bitter and annoyed, so it felt like nothing could get better.

I thought I had to meet my fiancée, Richard, right now.

After seeing your face in person, my vague anxiety will be relieved.

It’s been a while since I hadn’t seen him, so it would be okay to make an excuse that I came to see his face for a bit on the way.

Ilya went straight to the Marquis of Tersian without informing.

Arriving at the mansion of the Marquis, Ilya found a carriage she had not seen

An unfamiliar crest was engraved on it.

As I walked to the front door, an employee who found Ilya stopped her in a surprise.

“I’m terribly sorry, but we were not informed about your here today.”

Ilya questioned an embarrassed employee.

“It looks like a guest came.
Who is the owner of that carriage?”

“That’s….”

The employee couldn’t answer immediately if he was embarrassed.

I had a bad intuition at his hesitant appearance.

There was definitely something going on.

“I have to check it myself.”

Ilya stepped into the mansion, leaving the employee behind.

The faster the pace increased, the faster her heartbeat raced.

Eventually, Ilya stopped at the door where a familiar voice came out.

“Blooden….!”

When the door opened, someone from the inside became angry.

“I told anyone not to come in…Ilia?”

After seeing Ilya, Richard stood up in a hurry.

He was topless.

Ilya’s gaze went aside.

On the bed, there was a woman undressed and pulled the blanket to her chest.

When she looked down, She thought to herself and had to admit what the fortune teller said.

That her love luck was screwed.

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