The aftermath felt like living inside a meme. Suddenly everyone had 'can’t miss' investment opportunities—my barber pitched a crypto scheme mid-haircut. I hired a no-nonsense accountant who taught me to say 'let me think about it' to every request. Most of it’s in index funds now, but I did indulge: a custom-built gaming PC with RGB lighting so intense it could signal aliens, and a first edition of 'Dune' signed by Frank Herbert. The guilt trips from relatives were expected, but nobody warned me about the existential dread. What now? I started volunteering at an animal shelter—partly to stay grounded, partly because dogs don’t care if you’re rich.
It was a Tuesday when my routine got obliterated. One minute I was sipping cheap coffee, the next I was holding a ticket worth millions. I paid off my parents’ mortgage first—seeing my mom cry happy tears was worth more than the cash. Then I traveled: Tokyo’s neon streets, Iceland’s silent glaciers, places I’d only seen in 'Anthony Bourdain' reruns. But the surreal moments were small—like tipping a barista $100 just because I could, or realizing I’d never again stress about rent. Funny how money doesn’t buy happiness, but it sure buys freedom to figure out what does.
Winning that kind of money was like getting hit by a tidal wave of emotions—excitement, disbelief, and then sheer panic. The first thing I did was stare at the numbers for what felt like hours, double-checking them against the ticket until my hands shook. I called my best friend, but halfway through explaining, I just started laughing uncontrollably because it didn’t feel real.
Then came the practical chaos: lawyers, financial advisors, and a sudden influx of 'long-lost cousins.' I splurged on a vintage record player I’d always wanted, but the weirdest part? I still catch myself couponing out of habit. The money changed my life, but it didn’t erase who I was—just added a wild new chapter.
Honestly? It was overwhelming. I quit my job immediately (no two-week notice, just a 'see ya!' email), then froze for weeks, terrified I’d blow it all. My first big purchase was dumb—a gold-plated Xbox controller—but my therapist said it was okay to make silly choices. The best part? Funding my niece’s college tuition anonymously. The worst? Realizing lottery winners aren’t invited to complain about anything, ever. Now I mostly live quietly, but sometimes I still buy scratch-offs just for the thrill of possibly losing.
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Nicholas Hunt loves testing me a lot. When I just graduated from university, he tried to make me take on a five-million-dollar house mortgage.
After I turned him down, Nicholas was quick to buy Yvonne Myers, the campus belle, a villa that was worth eight million dollars. It was even paid in full.
As he held the property deed, he told me, "The truth is, I'm super rich. I've been pretending to be poor just so I can test your integrity.
"It's a shame that you never passed my test. I'm very disappointed in you, Elizabeth. Let's break up."
I just smiled at him casually. Then, I walked away without hesitation.
What a coincidence. I'm the daughter of the richest man in the country. I, too, had been pretending to be poor.
Four years later, we bump into each other at the Fortune List Summit.
At that time, Nicholas has just squeezed into the top 50 rank. He walks into the venue with Yvonne clinging to his arm.
It's then he notices me. I'm wearing plain-looking clothes without any jewelry adorning me, and I happen to be holding a child.
Thinking that I'm a nanny, Nicholas begins mocking me.
"Wow, you really went all out just to steal one more glance at me, huh? I can't believe you're able to follow me all the way here.
"You should learn to accept reality, though. I'm on the Fortune List, while you're working as someone else's nanny. The gap between us is far too wide, so you should stop dreaming already!"
I just ignore Nicholas in favor of resenting my dad for making me attend this stupid event. After all, I've just managed to block out one full day just to spend time with my son, and yet I have to waste my precious time on this dumb event.
After winning 800 thousand dollars, the first thing I did was rush to the hospital to pay for my daughter's surgery and treatment.
Then, out of nowhere, a colleague called.
"There's an extremely urgent situation at the company. You need to come back and handle it right now!"
My husband took the bank card from my hand and, with thoughtful understanding, said, "Tell me the PIN. I'll go pay for Alicia's surgery. You head back to the company and focus on work."
In my past life, I trusted him without hesitation and hurried back to the office.
Before my daughter could even make it into surgery, I received a police summons instead.
It turned out my husband had conspired with my colleague to file a report against me, pinning the crime of embezzling company funds—money my colleague had actually stolen—on me.
With no money for treatment, my daughter died in the hospital. My parents, shattered by grief, suffered heart attacks and passed away. I ended my own life in prison, consumed by bitterness and regret.
After death, my soul drifted to where my husband was vacationing abroad. I heard him say to my colleague with my own ears, "That stupid woman wins such a huge jackpot and only knows how to waste it on that worthless daughter's medical bills, dragging me into a life of hardship!
"Now their whole family's deaths have bought us endless wealth and luxury. Consider it that idiot woman's compensation to me. Hahaha!"
When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the very moment my husband took the bank card from my hand.
This time, I still told him the transfer PIN.
Yelena Moon, the new intern, claimed to be someone who could bring wealth to everyone. Apparently, the lottery numbers she had her eye on would definitely win a prize.
Everyone lined up to get her to buy lottery tickets for them. Surprisingly enough, they became millionaires overnight.
But I soon realized that whenever Yelena won a lottery prize, I'd lose money to all sorts of incidents and accidents.
I might suffer from a bone fracture one day, only to get into an accident that required a surgery the next day.
Even my own luck started to run out when it came to my own wealth. I kept failing my investments while racking debts nonstop. In the end, the loan sharks came knocking on my door.
My senses were all frayed at that point. In a fit of despair, I demanded answers from Yelena, only to get scolded by everyone else.
"What do you mean Yelena swapped out your luck for hers? I think you're just jealous of the fact that everyone's getting rich now!"
"You can't even retain your own wealth, and yet you have the guts to frame a young woman for such nonsense! People like you are absolutely toxic to this world!"
I tried my best to defend myself, but not even my own dad believed me. To rub salt into my wounds, he even treated Yelena as his own biological daughter and kicked me out of my home.
Later on, someone tossed a sack over me and kidnapped me. After torturing me to no end, they threw me off a high building, I was crushed beyond recognition.
When I wake up again, I've returned to the day Yelena is flaunting her financial luck.
Upon noticing how smug she looks, I start buying lottery tickets like mad.
"What a coincidence! I'm also super lucky when it comes to wealth!"
At the company’s year-end party, management tried to cut costs by using junk as raffle items.
The prize box was filled with bottle caps, instant noodle wrappers, toothpaste boxes, and other trash.
Everyone was only allowed to pick one item and scan the QR code on it. Whether you won anything depended entirely on luck.
I casually picked up a bottle cap and unexpectedly won a car worth 500,000 dollars.
As soon as the vice president found out, he rejected my win and demanded that I hand over the prize. “The company spent 20 dollars to get these raffle items from a recycler. Any prizes won have to be recorded in the books as company assets. They belong to the company.”
My boss reprimanded me as well, “Have you lost your mind because you’ve been poor? Do you think you could have won without the company? You don’t know how to be grateful, and now, you’re trying to take company property. Stop causing a scene!”
I did not argue and calmly handed over the bottle cap. Then, I turned around and called one of our clients.
My boss had forgotten one thing: I was the company’s top salesperson.
If he insisted on crossing me, I would make him lose five million.
On my birthday, Jake handed me two bucks and took me to a gas station to buy a lottery ticket. Then he dashed off, claiming he had an urgent work meeting.
As I sat alone in the restaurant celebrating my birthday, I spotted my boyfriend, who claimed he had no time for me, having dinner with another woman.
Without a second thought, I sent him a breakup text right then and there.
Two days later, that lying jerk had the nerve to demand I return the lottery ticket. That's when I discovered it was worth $5 million.
I cashed in the ticket and told him to get lost.
I'm having a mental breakdown as I face a clogged drain with my feverish and fussing daughter in my arms. Meanwhile, my husband has reserved a hotel to celebrate another woman's birthday.
My mother-in-law spits on the floor. "This is what you deserve. You can't even capture a man's heart!"
I clench a fist around the winning lottery ticket in my pocket. I want to get a divorce.