Your Call Second Hand 소설 & 이야기

' My hand shook as I drew my phone out and dialed the same number for the second time that day. "Listening." "Yes. I say yes."

However, when she fished out her phone and called her male assistant slash bodyguard, even though there was a smile on her lips, her voice was a bit unnatural, making the one from the receiving end smiled wryly and thought, 'I see. The Second Miss is angry...'

Feeling a buzz from her bag, she picked up her phone and answered the call without checking the caller's ID. “Good day. An accident just occurred a few hours ago along 2nd Street, and your name was the first on the contact list. I'm speaking with Sophia, right?”

Hostile Takeover Initiated. I leaned back, exhaling slowly. So, they thought they had won. How amusing. I reached for my phone, dialing a number I hadn’t used in years. A voice answered on the second ring. “Is it time?” the voice asked. I smiled. “Yes.” I hung up and poured myself another drink.

I looked flushed with embarrassment in those moments; it was like I was a teenager admitting how he felt about his first love. "I am Yuki Yozora, Fifteen years old." She answered me rudely without any hesitation, and then she asked me to borrow my phone; I rushed to pick up my phone in my pocket then give it to her. My world was spinning literally because of nervousness. After returning my phone to me, I saved her number and named it 'Yuki with a heart emoji.' I called her number so she could save my number as well. As Yuki saved my number on the phone, she smiled as if something terrible had been planned. At the same time, she showed me my name in her phone book. My eyes widened as I read m

My grandmother patted my shoulder, soothing me. "Nightmares always end." I nodded. Not everyone gets a second chance at life. But everyone has the chance to wake up from a nightmare. If you ever feel trapped in one, you must wake up and save yourself—no matter how many times it takes.

After seeing me today, I knew Vincent wouldn't leave me alone. "Grace, fortunes change fast. Vincent will keep coming after you. Don't give in to him!" one of my friends warned. "You know how the Porters treated you before. I'll lose all respect for you if you ever go back to them," another chimed in. I grinned at their concern. "Don't worry. That part of my life ended long ago. I came back this time to expand my business in Camdonia. If any of you are interested, you're welcome to invest. We can all share in the profits together."

"However, per my late mother's instructions, this box must be opened by my dear sister, Jessica, personally. "Now, let's welcome Jessica to the stage—to unveil this ten-billion treasure!" All eyes turned to me. I lowered my gaze, feigning nervousness and surprise, and under Will's calm, steady stare, stepped onto the stage. Carrie seized my arm and dragged me toward the safe, hissing in my ear, "Don't play games. Open it now. If anything happens to that ten billion, you'll wish you were dead." I nodded meekly, drew a breath, and entered a string of numbers into the keypad.

“Calm down. I want nothing from you. But I want revenge. I want to see you in pain. And if you fight back… I just need to make one call.” He smirks. “One call, you will say goodbye to your twins. Forever.”

The connection snapped, but not before understanding took root. A voice echoed through the void, low and resonant, threaded with something almost like amusement. “So,” it murmured, dark and melancholic, “you are stronger than I thought.” The tone shifted, not anger. Not frustration. Caution. “The second attempt,” the voice continued softly, “will not be so simple.” The connection faded. Back in Fiato, Mia exhaled and finally turned to face the twins. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I felt it, I couldn’t let it breach further.”