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Cursed Descent: The Billionaire's Fall
Bối cảnh:Modern tale of a female billionaire known for her rude abrasive attitude towards others is cursed by a homeless witch ton slide down the socioeconomic ladder each time shes rude or abrasive to others. Will she learn her lesson before she becomes a homeless beggar.
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Emily Hart
billionaire under the curse, relationships with her assistant and the witch, tall with sharp features, ambitious and abrasive
Eliza "Lizzy" Crowe
the homeless witch who curses Emily, no direct relationship with Emily or Sarah, weathered appearance with piercing eyes, mysterious and vengeful
Sarah Jennings
Emily's loyal assistant and friend, relationship with Emily, petite with curly hair, empathetic and patient
I had no idea what I’d done to deserve this, but I was going to find out.
I was a billionaire, for God’s sake.
I could find out anything I wanted to know.
And I wanted to know why my life had suddenly gone to shit.
It had all started with the meeting that should have been the crowning achievement of my career.
The deal that would have made me a household name and cemented my place in the annals of history as one of the greatest businesswomen of all time.
The deal that would have made me even richer than I already was.
All I had to do was not fuck it up.
And then I fucked it up.
Big time.
I didn’t mean to, of course.
I stormed into my office, slamming the door behind me so hard that the glass rattled in its frame.
Sarah, my assistant, looked up from her desk with wide eyes.
"Emily, is everything okay?" she asked cautiously.
"Do I look like everything is okay?" I snapped, my voice sharp and unforgiving.
She flinched but quickly lowered her gaze to her computer screen.
"I need those reports on my desk in five minutes," I barked. "And get me a coffee. Black. No sugar."
Sarah nodded hurriedly and scurried off to fulfill my demands.
I threw myself into my chair, seething with anger.
The phone on my desk rang, its shrill tone grating on my already frayed nerves.
I snatched it up without checking the caller ID.
"What?" I growled into the receiver.
"Emily Hart," came the smooth voice of Richard Lawson, CEO of our biggest rival company. "I heard about your little... mishap."
My grip tightened on the phone. "What do you want, Lawson?"
He chuckled softly. "Just calling to see how you're holding up. Must be tough, losing a deal like that."
"Go to hell," I spat and slammed the phone down, cutting him off mid-laugh.
Sarah reappeared at my side with a steaming cup of coffee and a stack of reports.
"Here are the reports you asked for," she said quietly, placing them on my desk. "And your coffee."
I took the cup without a word and stared at the reports, trying to focus on anything other than the rage boiling inside me.
"Emily," Sarah began hesitantly. "Maybe you should take a break. You've been working non-stop for days."
I glared at her. "I don't pay you to give me advice, Sarah. Just do your job."
She recoiled as if I'd slapped her and nodded quickly before retreating to her desk.
Suddenly, the room grew cold, an icy chill creeping over my skin.
I looked up and saw her standing in the corner of my office: Eliza Crowe.
Her eyes were dark and piercing, fixed on me with an intensity that made my blood run cold.
"What are you doing here?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.
She stepped forward, her presence filling the room with an oppressive weight.
"You've brought this upon yourself, Emily," she said softly, her voice like a whispering wind. "With every cruel word and thoughtless action, you draw closer to your own downfall."
I scoffed, trying to mask the unease creeping into my chest. "You're talking nonsense."
Eliza's eyes narrowed. "Mark my words. Each rude act will bring you one step closer to ruin."
Before I could respond, she vanished as suddenly as she'd appeared, leaving only the lingering chill in the air.
I shook my head, dismissing her words as ridiculous superstition.
But as I turned back to my desk, a strange unease settled over me like a heavy fog.
Something was wrong.
Her voice echoed in my head, each syllable a needle pricking at my sanity.
"You've brought this upon yourself, Emily."
What did she mean by that?
How could my actions have led to this mess?
Frustration built inside me like a pressure cooker ready to explode.
I couldn't decipher the witch's warning, and it gnawed at me relentlessly.
My fingers drummed on the desk, each tap a testament to my growing irritation.
Sarah's voice broke through my thoughts. "Emily, do you need anything else?"
Her tone was cautious, as if she were approaching a wild animal.
I snapped. "Just do your job, Sarah! Is that too much to ask?"
She flinched but said nothing, her eyes downcast as she returned to her work.
Unable to focus, I decided I needed to get out of there.
The office felt like a prison cell closing in on me.
I stood abruptly, grabbing my coat from the back of my chair.
"I'm leaving early," I announced, not bothering to look at Sarah.
She glanced up, concern etched on her face. "Are you sure you're okay?"
I ignored her and strode out of the office, the door slamming shut behind me.
The city streets were bustling with life, a stark contrast to the turmoil inside me.
People hurried past, their faces blurs of indifference.
My thoughts raced with every step I took.
Eliza's warning felt more real with each passing moment.
Was there a way to break this curse?
Or was I doomed to lose everything I'd worked so hard for?
The questions churned in my mind like a stormy sea.
A simmering rage began to replace my frustration.
Why was this happening to me?
What had I done to deserve this?
I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms.
As I crossed the street, narrowly avoiding a speeding taxi, I realized how reckless I'd become.
But I didn't care.
All that mattered was finding answers.
I turned down an alleyway, seeking solace from the chaotic streets.
The walls were covered in graffiti, vibrant colors clashing in a chaotic dance.
A stray cat darted across my path, disappearing into the shadows.
My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it.
Nothing mattered right now except figuring out how to stop this nightmare.
I found myself standing in front of an old bookstore, its sign faded and barely legible.
Something about it drew me in.
Maybe it was the promise of knowledge or just a desperate hope for answers.
Pushing open the creaky door, I stepped inside.
The air was thick with the scent of aged paper and dust.
Shelves lined every wall, crammed with books of all shapes and sizes.
An elderly man looked up from behind the counter, his eyes sharp despite his age. "Can I help you?"
"I need information," I said bluntly. "About curses."
He raised an eyebrow but nodded slowly. "Follow me."
We weaved through narrow aisles until we reached a section filled with ancient tomes and grimoires.
He pulled out a thick book bound in cracked leather and handed it to me. "This might be what you're looking for."
I took it eagerly, flipping through the yellowed pages.
As I scanned the text, something caught my eye: a passage about breaking curses through acts of kindness and redemption.
Could it be that simple?
Could reversing my behavior undo what had been done?
Before I could delve deeper, the door behind me creaked open again.
I turned to see who had entered but saw no one there.
A chill ran down my spine as Eliza's words echoed once more in my mind: "Each rude act will bring you one step closer to ruin."
My designer clothes had transformed into worn, lower-quality knockoffs.
The once luxurious fabric now felt rough against my skin.
I was rattled by the sudden change.
Panic surged through me as I hurried down the street, trying to avoid the stares of passersby.
People glanced at me with a mix of curiosity and disdain.
My mind raced with thoughts of Eliza's curse and its implications.
Desperation clawed at me; I needed to find a way to reverse this.
I reached for my phone to call Sarah, hoping she could offer some comfort or advice in this bewildering situation.
The phone rang twice before Sarah picked up. "Emily? What's going on?"
"Sarah, something's happening to me," I said, my voice trembling. "My clothes... they've changed. It's like I'm losing everything."
There was a pause on the other end. "What do you mean? Are you okay?"
"No, I'm not okay!" I snapped, then immediately regretted it. "I'm sorry. I'm just... scared."
"Where are you?" she asked, her tone softening.
"I'm near the old bookstore on 5th Avenue," I replied, glancing around nervously.
"Stay there. I'll come get you," Sarah said firmly.
"Please hurry," I whispered before ending the call.
I leaned against a lamppost, trying to steady my breathing.
The city seemed louder than usual, every honk and shout amplified in my ears.
A group of teenagers walked past, laughing and pointing at my disheveled appearance.
I turned away, feeling a lump form in my throat.
Minutes felt like hours as I waited for Sarah.
Finally, I saw her familiar figure hurrying towards me through the crowd.
"Emily!" she called out, waving her hand.
I rushed to meet her, relief washing over me. "Thank God you're here."
She looked me up and down, concern etched on her face. "What happened?"
"I don't know," I admitted. "One minute everything was fine, and the next... this."
Sarah took a deep breath. "Let's get you somewhere safe. We can figure this out together."
We made our way to a nearby café, its warm lights offering a small sense of comfort.
As we sat down at a corner table, Sarah reached across and took my hand. "We'll fix this, Emily."
I nodded, grateful for her support but still feeling the weight of uncertainty pressing down on me.
"What did Eliza say exactly?" Sarah asked after we ordered coffee.
"She said that each rude act would bring me closer to ruin," I recounted. "But that can't be it, right? It sounds so... ridiculous."
Sarah frowned thoughtfully. "Maybe there's more to it than we realize. Did you find anything useful in that bookstore?"
I pulled out the thick book I'd taken from the shelves earlier and placed it on the table between us. "This mentioned breaking curses through acts of kindness and redemption."
Sarah flipped through the pages quickly. "It makes sense in a way. If your actions brought this curse upon you, maybe reversing those actions can lift it."
"But where do I even start?" I asked helplessly.
"One step at a time," Sarah said gently. "Think about people you've wronged or situations where you could have been kinder."
A memory surfaced: an intern I'd berated for making a minor mistake last week.
"I think I know where to begin," I said slowly.
Sarah squeezed my hand reassuringly. "Then let's start there."
Just as we were about to leave the café, the door swung open violently.
A gust of cold air rushed in, sending shivers down my spine.
Standing in the doorway was Eliza Crowe herself, her eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat.
"You think it's that simple?" she hissed, stepping inside.
"It's not quite as simple as that.
Nothing so superficial as a simple apology will do.
You have to change, embrace the kindness that most people have, and find a true love that loves you not for your status or vile behavior. Good luck."
The lights flickered, casting eerie shadows on the café walls.
An icy wind blew through the room, making me shiver.
Eliza vanished, leaving me unsettled and trembling.
Sarah reached out, her voice soft but firm.
"We can do this together, Emily."
I nodded, determination mixing with fear in my eyes.
"Let's get out of here," I said, standing up.
We left the café, stepping into the bustling city streets.
The cold air bit at my skin, but I felt a strange sense of resolve building inside me.
Sarah walked beside me, her presence a comforting anchor in the chaos.
"Where to first?" she asked.
"I need to find that intern," I replied. "I was horrible to him last week."
We made our way to the office building where he worked.
The lobby was busy with people coming and going, their hurried steps echoing off the marble floors.
I spotted him near the elevators, his shoulders hunched as he stared at his phone.
"Hey," I called out, approaching him.
He looked up, surprise flickering across his face. "Ms. Hart?"
"I need to talk to you," I said, my voice softer than usual. "Can we go somewhere private?"
He nodded hesitantly and led us to a small conference room.
Once inside, I took a deep breath and faced him.
"I'm sorry for how I treated you last week," I began. "It was uncalled for and unfair."
His eyes widened in shock. "I... I don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything," I continued. "I just want you to know that I'm trying to change."
He nodded slowly. "Thank you, Ms. Hart. That means a lot."
As we left the conference room, Sarah gave me an encouraging smile.
"That was a good start," she said.
I felt a small glimmer of hope. "One step at a time, right?"
We spent the rest of the day reaching out to people I'd wronged.
Each apology felt like lifting a weight off my shoulders.
By evening, we were both exhausted but hopeful.
Back at my apartment, Sarah and I sat on the couch with cups of tea.
"Do you really think this will work?" I asked her.
She looked thoughtful. "I think it's more about genuinely changing who you are than just saying sorry."
I nodded slowly. "You're right."
Just then, my phone buzzed with a message from an unknown number.
It read: "Meet me at the park by your apartment. Midnight."
My heart raced as I showed it to Sarah.
"Do you think it's Eliza?" she asked.
"Only one way to find out," I replied.
At midnight, we walked to the park under the pale glow of streetlights.
The trees rustled in the cold wind, their branches casting long shadows on the ground.
We reached a bench near the center of the park and waited.
Minutes passed in tense silence until Eliza appeared from the darkness.
Her eyes locked onto mine with that same intense gaze.
"You've made progress," she said quietly. "But there's still more to be done."
"What else do I need to do?" I asked, desperation creeping into my voice.
She stepped closer, her presence almost overwhelming. "You must find true love—someone who loves you for who you are now, not for your wealth or power."
I swallowed hard. "How am I supposed to do that?"
Eliza's expression softened slightly. "By being genuine and open-hearted. It's not an easy task, but it's necessary."
With that, she turned and disappeared into the night once more.
Sarah squeezed my hand reassuringly. "We'll figure this out together."
I nodded, feeling both daunted and determined by the challenge ahead.
Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the park.
Our footsteps echoed on the pavement as we navigated through the dimly lit park.
The trees loomed overhead, their branches swaying ominously in the wind.
As we neared the edge of the park, I saw a shadowy figure emerging from the dense foliage.
My heart pounded in my chest as I recognized the figure.
It was Richard Lawson, my long-time rival.
He stepped into the faint light cast by a nearby lamppost, a smirk playing on his lips.
In his hand, he held a glinting object that caught the light—a knife.
"You think you can change?" he sneered, his voice dripping with contempt.
I felt a surge of anger rise within me but remembered Eliza's warning about keeping my emotions in check.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, my voice steady despite the fear gnawing at me.
"I'm trying," I said firmly.
Richard laughed, a cold, menacing sound that sent shivers down my spine.
He advanced slowly, the knife gleaming menacingly in his hand.
Sarah grabbed my arm, her grip tight and urgent.
"Let's go," she urged, pulling me back.
We turned and ran, our breaths coming in ragged gasps as we fled through the park.
The shadows seemed to close in around us, and every rustle of leaves felt like Richard was right behind us.
We didn't stop until we reached the safety of a well-lit street on the other side of the park.
Panting heavily, we leaned against a brick wall to catch our breath.
"Why was he there?" Sarah asked between gasps. "And with a knife?"
"I don't know," I replied, my mind racing. "But we can't let him scare us off. We have to keep going."
Sarah nodded, her expression resolute. "What's our next move?"
"We need to find someone who can help us," I said. "Someone who knows more about curses and how to break them."
"Do you have anyone in mind?" she asked.
I thought for a moment before an idea struck me. "There's an old friend of mine—Professor Jameson. He's an expert in folklore and ancient magic. If anyone can help us understand this curse better, it's him."
"Then let's go see him," Sarah said decisively.
We made our way to Professor Jameson's house, navigating through the quiet streets of the city.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting an eerie glow over everything.
When we finally arrived at his house, I knocked on the door urgently.
After a few moments, the door creaked open to reveal Professor Jameson, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw me.
"Emily? What are you doing here at this hour?" he asked.
"It's a long story," I said quickly. "But we need your help."
He ushered us inside and led us to his study, where shelves lined with books covered every wall.
"What seems to be the problem?" he asked once we were seated.
I explained everything—Eliza's curse, my attempts at redemption, and Richard's sudden appearance with a knife.
Professor Jameson listened intently, nodding thoughtfully as I spoke.
"This is indeed a complex situation," he said finally. "But it sounds like you're on the right path. Acts of kindness and genuine change are crucial."
"But what about finding true love?" I asked anxiously. "How am I supposed to do that?"
He smiled kindly. "Love cannot be forced or rushed. It comes naturally when you least expect it. Continue your journey of self-improvement and openness; love will find its way to you."
His words offered some comfort but also left me feeling uncertain about what lay ahead.
Suddenly, there was another loud crash from outside.
Emily and Sarah turned to see Eliza Crowe, the witch, gasping for breath.
"You must hurry," Eliza warned, her voice urgent. "Richard has summoned dark forces against you."
My heart raced as I processed the witch's words.
Sarah grabbed my arm, urging me to move.
"We need to go now," she insisted.
We bolted out of Professor Jameson's house, our footsteps echoing on the cobblestone path.
The night air was cold and biting, but adrenaline kept us moving.
We headed towards the park where Richard had confronted us earlier.
As we ran, I felt a mix of fear and determination coursing through me.
This was my chance to prove that my change was real.
The park loomed ahead, its entrance shrouded in darkness.
Streetlights cast long shadows on the ground, making the place look even more ominous.
We slowed down as we entered, scanning the area for any sign of Richard or his dark forces.
"Stay close," Sarah whispered, her eyes darting around nervously.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from behind a tree.
It was Richard, his face twisted in a malevolent grin.
"Welcome back," he sneered. "I see you've brought company."
He raised his hand, and a dark mist began to swirl around him.
"Richard, stop this!" I shouted, stepping forward. "You don't have to do this."
He laughed coldly. "Oh, but I do. You see, Emily, some people never change. And you—you're just pretending."
Before I could respond, the dark mist coalesced into shadowy figures with glowing red eyes.
They advanced towards us menacingly.
Sarah squeezed my hand tightly. "We need to fight back," she said urgently.
I nodded, feeling a surge of resolve.
"Eliza!" I called out. "What do we do?"
The witch appeared beside us, her expression grim.
"Use your inner strength," she instructed. "Believe in your transformation."
Taking a deep breath, I focused on the positive changes I'd made—the kindness I'd shown and the genuine remorse I felt for my past actions.
A warm light began to emanate from within me, pushing back against the encroaching darkness.
Richard's eyes widened in shock. "No! This can't be happening!"
He tried to summon more dark energy, but it faltered against the growing light.
"Keep going!" Sarah encouraged me. "You're doing it!"
With renewed determination, I stepped forward, the light intensifying with each step.
The shadowy figures recoiled from the light, their forms dissipating into nothingness.
Richard stumbled backward, his confidence crumbling.
"You can't win," he spat angrily. "You're still the same selfish person inside."
"No," I replied firmly. "I've changed. And I'll keep changing for the better."
Eliza raised her hands, chanting an incantation that caused the remaining darkness to vanish completely.
Richard fell to his knees, defeated and powerless.
"It's over," Eliza said softly. "You've proven yourself."
I felt a wave of relief wash over me as I looked at Sarah and Eliza.
"We did it," I whispered.
But before we could celebrate further, Richard lunged at me with a desperate cry.
His knife glinted in the moonlight as he aimed for my heart.
Instinctively, I dodged to the side and grabbed his wrist.
With all my strength, I twisted it until he dropped the knife with a clatter onto the pavement.
Sarah kicked it away while Eliza restrained Richard with another spell.
Panting heavily, I stepped back and looked at him one last time.
"It's time for you to face your own demons," Eliza said sternly as she bound him with magical chains.
We stood there in silence for a moment before Sarah spoke up.
"Let's get out of here."
