Bad Luck Looks Good on You — Episode 3

Now the press is tearing her apart too. Don't you feel the slightest bit sorry for her? Please don't blame Victina. She's only jealous because I was born lucky.

I understand why she's angry with me. Jealous of her. The year I was born, my father made a miraculous recovery from terminal liver The DeLuca family, which had been on the verge of being wiped out, quickly reclaimed

docks and territory. Back then, everyone called me the DeLucas's lucky star. When I was twelve, my parents adopted Fiorella, a blind girl, into the DeLuca I truly thought of her as my sister.

Six months later, her sight miraculously returned, and the media started calling her the lucky girl that same year. I often brought her with me when I accompanied the family on business. The DeLuca seized territory from two rival families in quick succession, and our influence exploded little by Everyone decided Fiorella had brought that luck into the DeLuca family.

Even my own parents gradually forgot who had pulled this family back from the brink in the first place. My father shoved a document across the table. There's a press conference tomorrow morning. You'll read this statement. Say you panicked because of pre-wedding anxiety and cancelled the ceremony

I'll have my agent contact the media and steer the story towards Vatidia having a pre-wedding meltdown. I looked at all of them and suddenly felt sorry for the woman I used to be. Every time another wedding with Dario had fallen apart, I had taken the blame. I couldn't bear to see Dario mocked. I couldn't bear for my parents to lose face.

I couldn't bear for Fiorella to be hounded by reporters. But not one of them had ever cared what any of it did to me. I picked up the statement and ripped it clean in half.