Plot Twists 단편 소설 & Best Friend Female Solidarity 소설

I was diagnosed with cancer. After much deliberation, I called my husband. He fell silent for a long while. “Most of our mortgage is unpaid, and our children need money for school. You should go for conservative treatment.” I called my mother while weeping. “You’re so troublesome. None of my friends or family have cancer!” I stopped crying and started living for myself. God favored me and let me see reality early in my life. He even gave me a chance to start over.

My best friend and I. A witch and a Fae from Whisperwood. I have the blood of a Seer. My three rune bones can see a kingdom's rise and fall. She's a gold-touched Fae. Born to attract wealth. One roll of the dice in a goblin casino, and she'd empty their vault. When we were eighteen, we found a disgraced Grand Duke in the capital's slums. His stepmother had thrown him out. We saved him. She amassed his gold. I spun his fate. We helped him claw his way back to the capital. He took back his land. His scepter. The first thing he did? He asked my best friend to marry him. They had a son. A gifted heir. I grew tired of the noble squabbles. I went back to my hidden cottage in the woods. Ten years later, a little princess. Blessed by the Moon Goddess. Finally born in the Duke's castle. He was ecstatic. Flew his griffin over the mountains that night. Begged me to come bless his daughter. Of course, I agreed. I stood over the cradle. Drew a sacred blessing rune on the baby's forehead. Before I left, I had a sudden urge. I tossed my three rune bones. A quick look into my friend's future. But they hit the floor and turned to dust. Black magic choked the air. An omen of death. Her soul was gone. Ice flooded my veins. If my best friend was already dead...then who was the Duchess, smiling at me from her velvet chaise?

My bestie got wasted and begged me in tears. "Help me get into Caspian's bed! Please, spend whatever it takes, just get me out of this broke-ass life!" God help me. Caspian was the most ruthless Don in Chicago. I sighed. What could I do? I was her best friend. But I had one rule: never spend a dime more than I have to. The budget was set. The less I spent, the more I pocketed. She gave me $5,000 to buy a dress that would seduce him. I pocketed $4,900. So she wore a dress I made out of flea-market silk scraps. Her pitiful, broke-girl act completely won the Don over. Thrilled, she shoved another $1,000 into my hands to buy top-tier birth control. I skimmed $999 and bought a two-dollar bottle of multivitamins. Clutching that positive pregnancy test, my bestie looked at me like I was God. Later, the Don's ex, Cassandra—pure mafia royalty—came back for blood. Furious, my bestie threw $50,000 at me. "Ruin her! Aria, you're the only one I trust to handle this." But at the family dinner, that bitch struck first. "She hired thugs to attack me in the penthouse! They're hiding inside right now!" Yet, when Caspian kicked the door open. The woman's smug smirk froze. "Freaks... are you fucking freaks?! Who fills a room with life-sized creepy Halloween wax figures?!" ...

My best friend was a D-list influencer who'd blown six months of savings to drag me to a so-called "socialite finishing school." But then the instructor made us slap each other across the face — an "obedience test." I couldn't help it. I laughed. The next second, my friend was blacklisted from the entire circle, and her agent sent a termination notice. The instructor pointed at me and gave my friend an ultimatum: "Get on your knees. Slap her ten times. Then I'll lift the ban." My friend cried, trembling as she walked toward me. I sighed. The billion-dollar inheritance I'd just received — looks like the secret was about to come out.

I, Nora Jackson, was the fake heiress of the Jackson family, a billionaire family. When the biological daughter, Chloe Jackson, returned, she played the sweet sister act in public. Behind closed doors? She would squeeze out tears to our parents, claiming I looked down on her humble background. Furious, I dumped salt into her morning milk. She retaliated by shredding over a hundred of my designer gowns. For six months, we waged outright war, each praying the other would get kicked out. Then came my birthday bash. I walked in to find my boyfriend, Julian West, playing a mouth-to-mouth shot game with my best friend, Janet Fraser. I slapped them both. Julian kicked me so hard and cracked my ribs. He grabbed me by the hair, dragging my face into the floor while humming with a cigarette hanging from his lips. “Still playing high-society princess? You’re just a fake.” Janet smirked down at me. “Bow to me ten times and apologize. Then we’ll call it even.” Desperate, I looked over at my older brother, Ethan Jackson. He just swirled his glass of red wine. “Be realistic, Nora,” he said coldly. “In your position, you can’t afford to offend a single person in this room.” Just as I gave up hope, the real heiress, Chloe Jackson, strolled in with a hundred armed bodyguards, shutting down the entire hall. She glared at me first. “Pathetic.” Then she stepped up and slapped Ethan eighteen times in the face. She pulled out a buyout agreement, tossing it onto the table. “Julian West, right? I just bought out your family’s entire company. Go on your knees now or enjoy living your life on the street.”