The Luck Thief's Game

The Luck Thief's Game

Gavin

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Chloe, a driven marketing exec in New York City, thought life was perfect until a stray Corgi brought her unimaginable luck, catapulting her career into the stratosphere. Then came Eleanor Vance, a formidable Manhattan socialite, who orchestrated Chloe's bizarre marriage to her unseen, notorious son, Ethan. The wedding was a blur, ending with a six-figure check and a chilling sense of dread. Days later, celebrating her new wealth with her colleague and roommate Jessica, Chloe's world shattered when Jessica, fueled by a chilling smirk, violently shoved her off her apartment balcony. I hit the ground, the city lights spinning, but instead of death, I awoke bolt upright, back at the exact moment I first found the Corgi, my heart hammering with the terrifying memory of my murder. Jessica was there, her eyes flickering with cruel recognition, and she snatched the Corgi, claiming Chloe's "luck" and almost immediately securing the K-Corp account I'd previously earned. Shock gave way to horror as I uncovered the truth: Eleanor Vance's comatose son, Ethan, was part of a terrifying ritual, his spirit needing to inhabit a child conceived by a "pure life essence" – a virgin whose life force would be drained. The Corgi was the conduit, and I, Chloe, was the original, unsuspecting target. Armed with the horrifying knowledge of what awaited me, knowing Jessica remembered too and was now walking into my former nightmare, I knew this wasn't just a second chance, but a desperate fight for survival against a monstrous, supernatural trap.

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Chloe, a driven marketing exec in New York City, thought life was perfect until a stray Corgi brought her unimaginable luck, catapulting her career into the stratosphere.

Then came Eleanor Vance, a formidable Manhattan socialite, who orchestrated Chloe's bizarre marriage to her unseen, notorious son, Ethan.

The wedding was a blur, ending with a six-figure check and a chilling sense of dread.

Days later, celebrating her new wealth with her colleague and roommate Jessica, Chloe's world shattered when Jessica, fueled by a chilling smirk, violently shoved her off her apartment balcony.

I hit the ground, the city lights spinning, but instead of death, I awoke bolt upright, back at the exact moment I first found the Corgi, my heart hammering with the terrifying memory of my murder.

Jessica was there, her eyes flickering with cruel recognition, and she snatched the Corgi, claiming Chloe's "luck" and almost immediately securing the K-Corp account I'd previously earned.

Shock gave way to horror as I uncovered the truth: Eleanor Vance's comatose son, Ethan, was part of a terrifying ritual, his spirit needing to inhabit a child conceived by a "pure life essence" – a virgin whose life force would be drained.

The Corgi was the conduit, and I, Chloe, was the original, unsuspecting target.

Armed with the horrifying knowledge of what awaited me, knowing Jessica remembered too and was now walking into my former nightmare, I knew this wasn't just a second chance, but a desperate fight for survival against a monstrous, supernatural trap.

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