LUCK & SECRET

CHAPTER 01

MYSELF

2016

A man in front of me is staring at me. He approaches me slowly, touching my neck and then grabbing it. He strangled my neck and made me stare at him.

"It's all your fault." He suddenly says that.

"Is it my fault?" I said in a daze.

"You forced me to do it!" He growled, squeezing my throat even harder.

"Stop!" I tried to let go of his hand.

"You caused me to lose everything! Hahaha." He laughed in tears, tightening his hold, even more, cutting off my brain's air supply.

"Stop right now! Or you will face a problem!" I tried to threaten him.

"I don't care!" he chuckled. "It's all your fault!" He hissed, tightening his grip on me.

"It's all your fault!" It's all your fault!" The words continued repeating, and my eyesight became blurry.

2017

Everyone has said negative things about me. My parents didn't help me and believed the false rumors spread by my uncle-in-law about me being a slut for extra money because of my failure in life and inability to get jobs for more than a year.

"I am not doing anything as the rumors said! I am just a normal girl like other girls in the world." I am simply a regular girl, like all the other females in the world."

My family's eyes were breaking with me. I could see their gaze full of sadness and disappointment as if they regretted having a daughter like me. They couldn't respond to whatever my uncle said till I begged my family to trust me only.

"Please eomma, appa. Don't believe him." I knelt down till my tears dropped on the floor.

However, most people treated me unfairly because they believed I was doing something wrong. At the time, I realized that no one would be at my side through my darkest hours. Nobody can stand with me and comprehend the reality or try to cover me up. They only judge me as a slut who is jobless. I believed that if I were wealthy and powerful, their attitude would be different.

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

My eyes snap open with cold sweat on my body. I can't stop shaking; my heart is pounding so fast, I touch my neck while looking around the room suspiciously. I get up cautiously, shivering, rubbing my head and eyes, and trying to completely awaken. Maybe I slept for too long, causing me to experience dreams from two years ago. Those nightmares sometimes appear unexpectedly in my sleep. It would be perfect if I could dream about becoming wealthy. I see the time on the phone. "Gosh! Better I get ready now!"

I'm standing and staring at the modest office in front of me, which has just three levels. It's been two years as a digital marketer at this company, after two years of struggling to seek jobs. I sigh deeply, as though I felt bored and unenthusiastic about working for this firm because they only pay me a tiny income. The director promised me a large income after five months of working there, but I have yet to get it. How can a 24-year-old lady like myself get paid so little when I know many others who can be wealthier than me, even at their young ages? Whatever the case may be, I need to stay for a while to gain more experience.

I just sit in my chair and watch the other employees in the workplace interact with each other during break time. I can only see them from afar, with their bright smiles and friendly interactions while sharing their meals. I knew no one in the workplace wanted to befriend me. People on my team invited each other to lunch, but they purposefully avoided me. I've realized that I'm an incredibly boring person. It's no surprise that ladies my age feel awkward with me. I've become used to it.