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A Fatal Prank: The Boss Weeps

Chapter 3

Word Count: 695 | Released on: 10/11/2026

emperature in the snowy peaks plummeted

ampfire, watching the

perature, but I knew my

, and the snow was knee-deep. My blood had pro

changed into heavy p

the flames. "Elara is really stubborn. It's freezing out there, an

lanced at his luxury watch; i

ldly. "She knows it's Serena's birthday today, so she has to

is folding chair, his

umber. The screen lit up, and I saw th

have dialed is cur

e was exceptionally pie

he phone back onto the ta

snow for a night and suffer a bit. Otherwise, she'll

, Serena

s heavy winter coat and wrapped

temperature drop in this hellhole is too

he supply tent, and brought back a

ally prepared sp

and personally pressed the

aren't these Elara's? If she comes back later and sees

out a co

such great lengths to hire actors to help her overcome her psychological barrie

rmers pressed agai

Syndicate's Winter Sur

owy mountains. It was

ly sprained her ankle

ook turns carrying her on th

the very end

; with every step, my heart fel

outhful of blood

sleeve, begging

d, his eyes full o

im?" he reprimanded. "Serena really can't wal

ly shook o

rd into the snow. They

sub-zero blizzard for

ere severely frostbitten and had lost all sensation,

o one

, looking heartbroken over a bruise

pfire c

a is hiding in some tree hollow crying her eyes out right now? When we head

is allowed to talk to her tomorr

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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.”