Ariana
Stories
11
Chapters
116
Words
196.1 K
Comments
23
Reading
16 h, 20 m
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「…In early winter, the weather has been unusually cold, with subzero temperatures persisting. Snow is expected overnight across the nation, including Seoul. Please be cautious of frostbite or hypothermia during outdoor activities, and for those with heart conditions, keeping warm is particularly important. That’s the weather report.」 Subzero temperatures. Damn subzero temperatures. Why was that the first thing to come to mind? "Turn it…-
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"Mr. Seo, why on earth—" "Why? Madam, today’s the day we collect the principal. Did you forget?" Seo Myung-sik squatted down to make eye contact with the woman. "I think there’s been some kind of mistake. I paid two months’ interest in advance, and you definitely said—" "Madam." When Seo Myung-sik reached out his hand, a man dressed in black handed him a piece of paper. "Take a good look." Tap,…
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“Could this be a dream?” Maybe if I closed my eyes and opened them again, I’d find myself in my bed. Ha-yoon tightly shut her eyes, filled with desperate hope. The cold wind stung her chest so much that the tip of her nose turned red. The red scab on her forehead fluttered as if it might fly off, and she reflexively touched her forehead. It was just a small piece of paper, but the sensation beneath her palm was vivid beyond belief. It…
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“130…and 9 billion?” She stammered, as if unable to believe it. It was an amount so large that she couldn’t even grasp its magnitude. “It’s 13.94 billion won. That’s the principal amount, without interest,” Kang-heon corrected the figure precisely, glancing at Moo-geon, who was always sensitive to numbers. “The debtor, Seo Myung-sik, has disappeared. So, who should we get the money from?” The voice…
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“Are you here to take it?” Could it be that he came for the painting? Did my father send him? It felt like someone was stabbing my heart with a sharp pencil. A sense of dread clouded my vision, making everything blurry. My hand finally lost its grip on the pencil. Ha-yoon turned her head, much like a plant that had failed to take root. The sudden intrusion of the man, his piercing gaze that seemed intent on tearing her…
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The man staring down from beneath the building was deathly still, in stark contrast to the dynamic motion of the car pushing against the winter wind. With one hand resting on his waist, his gaze shifted to the frozen Han River. Knock, knock. A sharp, orderly knock sounded. Beyond the window, a snowflake perched on a bare branch lost its grip and fluttered to the ground. Ji Kang-heon, who had knocked precisely twice, adjusted his attire…
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