Plunged into the darkness of her tormented past, Yuna faced heartbreaking tragedies from a young age. Lynn's fragile friendship and betrayal affected her deeply, but Lorenzo's shocking arrival brought both chaos and love into her life. Despite the o...
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(The Butterfly) My phone vibrated, breaking the relative calm of my evening. It was Lynn. "Still at the office, Yuna?" Her voice rang out with false cheerfulness. "We're having a party. You can't refuse! You know that staying indoors isn't your strong point. A little trip to the casino is just what you need. " A sigh escaped my lips. The idea of immersing myself in the noisy and artificial atmosphere of a casino didn't appeal to me. I appreciated the comfort of my mansion, the calm, the solitude. "I don't know anyone..." I tried weakly. Yes I know but ! There will be lots of friends. And the one who invited us he's a really nice guy. It'll do you good to go out and meet new people!" Her forced enthusiasm half convinced me. The idea of a new experience, a break from my routine, ended up seducing me. Maybe a little distraction won't hurt after all these weeks of working nonstop."Okay, fine. But just for tonight," I relented. "Great! I'll pick you up in an hour then," Lynn exclaimed before I could change my mind. As I hung up, I felt a mixture of excitement and nervousness already starting to creep into my brain. "Who knows? This night might just turn out to be one to remember."
My name is Kim Yuna. I am 26 years old and I am the head secretary at SA Entertainment. The person who just called me is Lynn, my best friend since our high school days. When I was ridiculed because of the difficulties my family was facing, Lynn was always there to support me without ever harming me. You may be wondering why I chose to work when I come from a family whose money could rival that of royalty? Well, let me clarify this: Becoming a secretary was not my ultimate dream, don't worry and that is not the main point here at all! Over time, my true intentions will be revealed. ✩ However, it is essential for me to emphasize that through my precious friendship with Lynn, I have learned the true value of human connection: being there for each other in difficult times as well as in happier ones. For this, I feel deep gratitude towards her.✩
An hour later, I found myself in the glittering chaos of the casino. Lynn, resplendent in a flamboyant dress, led me to a gaming table. The atmosphere was electric, saturated with sounds and lights. I hung back, a little dizzy from this sensory whirlwind. The alcohol flowed freely, gradually numbing my inhibitions. After a few drinks, a gentle torpor took hold of me.
"So are you having fun? drink a few more drinks" she said. "No thanks, I prefer to avoid that unpleasant feeling of a hangover the next morning." my response was just as drunk as I was. "Come on Yuna! Enjoy it to the fullest! This kind of opportunity doesn't does not happen every day!" She speaks easily because this is her usual style... Anyway, even if her evenings are often luxurious, this luxury material in no way replaces the simple happiness brought by being at home. I can organize plenty memorable events without the need or desire for ostentatious luxury just to please her but the excitement of being in these kinds of places will never change.
Lynn leaned towards me and whispered in my ears "Yuna, listen to me, I can tell you've already had way too much to drink, I'm going to the bathroom. Promise me you won't move from here I'll be back in a few minutes" why is her expression so tight I didn't intend to fly away I'm not a butterfly. "Okay, don't worry. I won't move an inch" I should reassure her with a slight smile. That's when a group of men magically appeared, emerging from nowhere.
"Hey, hey, it looks like you're all alone," one of them called out, with a smirk on his lips. My instincts told me to move away, but the alcohol had slowed my reflexes. "What does that matter to you?" I retorted, trying to hide my discomfort. "You little..." another one began, before being interrupted by the group's leader. "Easy my boy, let me have my fun." He approached me, his gaze lingering over me from head to toe. "Looks like our little dove got drunk sitting here," he quipped. A shiver of apprehension ran down my spine. "Leave me alone," I said, my voice firmer than I felt.
"My patience has its limits. Don't pretend to be something you're not, " he spat. He grabbed my arm, his grip tightening. His foul breath made me wince. "Where did your friend go?" he whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "She abandoned you, my dear, don't be shy" "Bullshit, get your filthy hands off me, " I hissed, my voice thick with venom. He burst out laughing. "Where are you going? All alone, like that? " Amidst the chaos, a silhouette emerged, that of Lynn, without a shadow of a doubt. Trapped in a perilous situation, alcohol blurring my senses, I called her for help: "Lynn! Lynn! Come help me, please Lynn." But instead of the hoped-for help, the aggressor burst forth with a cruel laugh. "You ask for help from the one who stole shameless money, paid for her complicit silence?" he threw at me. At these words, Lynn turn her back to me, then disappeared from the casino. The scene burned into my mind, and despite my weakness due to alcohol, a persistent doubt gnawed at me: was Lynn under the influence of something that had clouded her judgment? Was she really guilty?
His accomplices stepped aside, forming a circle around us. I felt trapped, like a hunted animal. But I refused to be intimidated. I raised my head, staring my attacker straight in the eyes. "You think I'm afraid of you?" I said, a challenge in my eyes. "You're seriously mistaken, how could I be afraid of a simple cockroach, like you."
Saying those words didn't make it any easier for me because this angry asshole started to squeeze my wrists while trying to put his hand under my dress, yet my mind was stuck on the fact that I didn't bring any weapons into a such a place it was completely stupid on my part but I knew I had to play it tight. The alcohol had weakened my senses, but he had also aroused my recklessness. I had to find a way out, a flaw in their game. I knew that I was in no condition to fight physically, but I could use my intelligence, my cunning, to get by go out.
