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A Fatal Prank: The Boss Weeps

Chapter 2

Word Count: 742 | Released on: 10/11/2026

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atching his sharply defined f

him I wasn't th

windpipe completely pierced by a br

e princess attitude strikes again. She's probably sitting

r. Today is Serena's birthday, why

othly at a heavily guarded luxu

ago. Tents, a roaring bonfire, fresh flowers, and e

ng. The pilot collected the rest of his hush money

Dante pulled out his phone. He op

giving me a ten-minute ultima

minutes, we're leaving you r

is sleeve. "Dante, is Elara really mad at me? Ac

hand in return, his expre

ed her softly. "She's just using th

ely devoid of any ripples. I wasn't shocked, nor was

ring those words would have kep

unreasonable. I would have explained to him over and

genuinely

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of gunfire exploded

d Serena, using their own bodies t

without a single backward glance, leaving

hattered the roc

d tumbled backward o

onto a thick, rough tree roo

as a pitch-black,

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am finally found me. By the time I was pulled up, my fingers we

only Julian was in the room, frantically

eren't there at all; th

eveloped a mild fever, they stayed up the en

an complained. "You just had to fall off a cliff

ped severe acrophobia and Post-

balcony would make my whole body tr

believed it was

trick-a pathetic act I put on to gain sy

mp, the bonfir

rate fondant cake with the n

, make

closed her eyes, the candlelight ref

ith a strawberry, and handed the cream-fil

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“For my best friend's birthday, the five of us chartered a helicopter to the snowy mountains to catch the sunrise. Mid-flight, the pilot suddenly screamed at us that the hydraulics were failing and we had to jump immediately. My childhood friend, Julian, shoved a parachute pack into my arms. "Elara, you jump first! You're the lightest!" My blood brother, Cassius, fastened the straps against my chest and pushed me toward the open door. "I know you're terrified of heights. Just close your eyes and jump, we'll be right behind you!" Serena, my best friend and the pampered mafia princess they all adored, stood in the corner, wiping away fake tears and nodding at me encouragingly. Then, Dante, the mafia Don I had loved for seven years, gently squeezed my trembling hand. "I made a promise to your father," he murmured, his dark eyes locked onto mine. "I promised I would always let you walk ahead of me." Trusting them with my life, I bit my lip, closed my eyes, and threw myself into the freezing abyss. The moment the howling wind tore at my ears, I pulled the ripcord. But a life-saving canopy didn't bloom above me. Instead, a shower of colorful confetti exploded into the freezing air, followed by a mocking banner that snapped violently in the wind: [Acrophobia Desensitization Challenge: SUCCESS!] Through my earpiece, their deafening laughter echoed from the perfectly safe cabin. Julian was laughing so hard he could barely breathe. "I told you! Compared to her fear of heights, she's definitely more afraid of dying!" Then came Dante's voice. "Don't be angry, Elara. We're just playing a little joke on you. The backup chute is on the left ring behind your back. We'll come find you in a minute." Trembling, I reached behind me, my fingers frantically clawing at the left side of the pack. There was no metal ring. The entire pack was completely hollow, stuffed with nothing but cheap white packing foam. They succeeded. I had truly conquered my paralyzing fear of heights. The only price was that I would never live to see tomorrow's sunrise.”