Pride Goes Before A Fall 소설 & 이야기

The company he had once been so proud of was about to collapse, and the subordinates who used to treat him with great respect started to find new employers. What pushed him to the brink of despair was that the bank started pressuring him to pay the loans. If he couldn't pay, his personal assets would be auctioned off. "What is he doing now?" I asked. "Trying to borrow money from everywhere, but who would lend him that much? His parents can't come up with that kind of cash either." "Has he thought about contacting me?" John let out a bitter laugh. "He has, but you blocked him. And he knows this mess is his fault. He's too embarrassed to face you."

It didn’t, nothing ever does. I stepped out and dried my body off, threw clothes on without thinking, each movement was mechanical. Pull the shirt, tug the pants. Nothing felt right. My chest was still tight, my head still heavy. Pride is a bastard—it keeps me from saying sorry, from walking back to her and fixing it. Instead it leaves me stuck in a stupid silence, that's killing me more than her.

“Your greed will lead to your fall. The Goddess knows what were you trying to achieve by playing both of us blindfold. Serves a greedy woman like you right.” However, how could have she known that she was the greedy one out of the two of us. Her greed to overlook the sacrifice of my piece, led to her downfall. Truly, pride comes before a fall. “Queen to H5.” The guard tasked to read my notation on the scroll read out. Rose stiffened. “No—” she whispered. Her king was cornered. Check. I turned to Athena’s board. My mind calm and steady. “Bishop takes F7.” The guard called out after reading my scroll while I removed my blindfold.

It felt eternal. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the campus. They walked hand in hand, hearts lighter, spirits soaring. Their journey hadn’t been easy, but it had been theirs. Every kiss, every tear, every heartbreak had led to this: a love built on trust, forgiveness, and the courage to begin again. And as they reached the corner where it had all started, Nora whispered, “I never imagined falling could feel like this.” Jaden smiled, brushing a stray curl from her face. “Neither did I,” he admitted. “But now I can’t imagine anything else.”

I told him, stepping away, “but you chose aggression, so this is what you get— the savage version of me.” His fits clenched and his chest rose. “Pride comes before a downfall, Lima.” I added, raising my voice just enough. “But no hard feelings. Failures make good stepping stones of the.. the success ladder.” I said and continued away swiftly. Gods. What the fuck is “stepping stones of the success ladder”? Gosh. I escaped before he could reply, practically speed-walking out of the Hex and into the sunlight where the Royal convoy had entered the field. The King and Queen rode at the center of a formation of elite warriors, and the crowd surged around them, mesmerized.

I accepted his challenge and boarded the luxury yacht he had prepared. Ethan was dressed to impress. He stood above me, looking down. "Caleb. How does it feel, going from golden boy to everyone's plaything? You really are pathetic. My boys in prison spent five whole years working on you. Didn't think you'd actually survive. But seeing you now, it's obvious. You were always trash deep down." Five years of humiliation crashed back over me all at once. Every filthy, degrading, mocking moment. I wanted to tear him apart.

Thunderous applause erupted from the audience. My team members, who had followed me from Trehill, as well as the new partners we had recruited at Lextron, were all smiling with genuine pride. Here, there was no scheming or flattery. Performance was transparent, and rewards and penalties were clear. The capable rose; the incapable fell. It was simple and fair, and people could focus all their energy on creating value. Halfway through the banquet, I stepped out onto the terrace for some air. The night was clear, and the city lights glittered below.

“Only if you promise not to mention the falling incident ever again.” “Deal,” he said, crossing his heart with a gloved hand. “But I’m filing it under ‘most adorable first impression ever.’” I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly pulled a muscle. “You’re impossible.” “And you’re freezing. Come on, California girl. Let me introduce you to the good stuff before you turn into an ice sculpture.” As we headed toward the exit—him still in half his gear, me trying not to smile like an idiot—I realized something terrifying.

I replied and just stood and continued to walk. Sunset was right around the corner and I can finally see my company building while I starved so badly that I am starting to feel weak now. The front space was empty so it was the best timing. I just need someone to recognize me. But before I could even reach the gate, I fell on my knees beside the street and tried to stand up again but my visions were getting blurry and dark. My eyes dropped to full close any time soon as I saw someone walk out from the entrance. I tried to extend my arm to call out and notice me but, It was hopeless.