She Stole My Curse of Fortune

I was born with a fortune-telling destiny, and my favorite thing to do is spend money. As a result, I attracted a female internet celebrity who became my devoted follower.

I was generous with her too, pouring money into making her an international supermodel.

On the day she won the modeling award, she personally tattooed matching symbols on us, and proposed to me using the tattoo as a substitute for wedding rings.

I was deeply moved and shared photos of the tattoo with my friend.

"This isn't an ordinary tattoo! It's a curse to exchange destinies! She's trying to steal your fortune!"

I didn't want to believe it, but the next day, I caught my girlfriend entangled with another man in my bed.

When I caught them, she showed no guiltinstead, she kicked me out!

My best friend cursed me for being spineless and wanted to go teach them a lesson for me.

But I shook my head and laughed out loud:

"This is great! I won't die anymore! Someone's finally taken over this damned fortune curse of mine!"

"Daniel? Has Carola driven you crazy? What are you muttering about?"

My best friend Borges shouted at me.

I looked up, struggling to contain my surging emotions.

"My fortune destiny is hard to transfer. Why don't you come with me to the lottery shop..."

After I scratched through a stack of tickets at the lottery shop, the owner kept shaking his head.

"Young man, your luck is terrible! Others at least break even, but you can't even win a consolation prize?"

The owner's teasing words sounded like blessings to my ears.

Borges was anxious beside me:

"Stop testing! Go wash off that damn tattoo now! Maybe it's not too late!"

I clutched my arm tightly and backed away repeatedly: "I'm not washing it."

"Are you kidding me? Are you an idiot?" Borges looked at me in disbelief.

"Not really." I replied quietly, not daring to speak the truth.

"Daniel! Are you stupid! Do you know the power of a destiny-switching curse!"

He pulled me aside and opened his phone. The pattern on the screen was almost identical to the tattoo on my arm.

"Look carefully! This is a dark curse from Southeast Asia. Once successful, your fate will be swapped with hers! You have a fortune destiny, but what does she have? A pauper's fate! Do you want to be poor for her?"

Borges loved studying mysticism, but I was still skeptical:

"Are you sure... destinies can be swapped?"

Borges was shocked by my reaction: "Why don't you care at all!"

I almost revealed my secret, but thinking of my deceased parents and not wanting to lose another good friend, I changed the subject.

"Forget it, let's just end this here. Don't worry about it."

"Why? Are you really going to become poor for that bitch?! It's not too late to wash it off now!"

"I'm not washing it! I said no, so no!"

I clutched the tattoo tightly and ran away.

Why would I wash it? Being poor is better than being dead!

I was born with explosive financial luck. I always won the jackpot when buying lottery tickets, and I could double my money even with my eyes closed when investing.

But despite being so good at making money, my bank account balance never exceeded three digits.

My girlfriend Carola always nagged me about it:

"Can you save some money? We need to plan for the future."

I brushed her off: "What's there to fear? The lottery shop is like my ATM."

She rolled her eyes: "Right, I've never seen anyone waste money like you."

I smiled on the outside, but felt bitter inside.

This wasn't a fortune destinyit was a money curse that could kill.

When I was still in my mother's womb, my mom met a priest:

"Wow! The child in your belly is extraordinary! He'll be very wealthy his whole life!"

"But he's also cursed by money. He can't save a single penny! If he saves money, it'll cost him his life!"

At first, my parents didn't believe it. But on the day I was born, the hospital waived all fees, my dad's company randomly assigned him an apartment, on the way home he won a car in a raffle, and even my grandparents' old house in the mountains was suddenly included in a demolition zone.

My grandparents didn't believe in the curse and secretly kept the demolition money. Within three months, they both died. That money almost killed my parents too. From then on, my family strictly followed one principle: spend money.

Until I was ten years old, I wanted to buy my mother a gold necklace and secretly saved ten thousand dollars.

The moment I collected enough money, my father had an accident at the construction site and never came home.

My mother cried and interrogated me. Only then did I confess about saving money. She finally told me this secret.

I was born with a fortune destiny, but I could never save money my whole lifeI could only spend it. Otherwise, I'd have bad luck or even die.

I wanted to know if there was any solution.

My mother shook her head helplessly: "There's no solution. Not only that, but every 12 years you'll receive unexpected wealth. If you don't spend it all quickly, it will cost you and your family your lives."

After she finished speaking, on my 12th birthday, a friend gave me a lottery ticket. When I scratched it, I won ten million. No matter how much I spent, I couldn't finish it all, and my mother died just like that.

I lived alone with this secret until I was twenty-three, still bearing the scar caused by the money curse back then.

Meeting Carola was purely coincidental. I casually tipped her during her livestream, and she insisted on adding me on Twitter.

One thing led to another, and she became my girlfriend. I accepted her not because I loved her, but because I urgently needed someone to help me spend money.

She was perfectfair skin, beautiful face, long legs, and most importantly, she was really good at spending money.

With my twenty-fourth birthday approaching, the money in my account kept multiplying as if it could reproduce itself.

This money curse was wickedly strangeI couldn't buy assets, couldn't acquire property, and couldn't even store gold, silver, or jewelry.

I could only rent five-star hotel suites year-round, and signed a bizarre agreement with a second-hand luxury goods storegiving them ten million annually to use a bunch of bags and jewelry. I operated my cars the same way.

But now, things had changed. The stocks I casually bought all lost money.

Walking on the street, not only couldn't I find money, but all the rsums I submitted sank without a trace.

Damn, this feeling... was so refreshing!

I couldn't help but want to thank Carola.

However, just to be safe, I decided to check if Carola had suffered any backlash, or kindly remind her to spend more money.

Back at the hotel, the staff all recognized me and greeted me politely.

The staff reminded me that Miss Carola was at the pool.

Following the directions to the pool, I was surprised to find Borges there too.

He raised his hand and viciously slapped Carola.

I was shocked. No way! Borges, didn't I tell you not to get involved!

Just as I was about to step forward to stop him, Borges's next words froze me in place.

"Didn't we agree! His destiny would be mine to switch! Why did you act first?!"

I stood frozen. Not far away, Carola wrapped her arms around Borges's neck and even kissed him on the face:

"Who gets rich doesn't matter, right?"

Borges pretended to push her away, but his eyes were glued to her chest: "We agreed I'd go first! I've waited seven years..."

"Do you know how much I hate him? Every time he casually throws me tens of thousands of dollars with that condescending look... I want to tear his face off!"

I felt cold all over, but my eyes were fixed on Borges. On his raised wrist was a wooden bracelet. The patterns on it were identical to the "matching symbols" on Carola's armno, identical to the destiny-switching curse on my arm...

So that's how it was...

He was the one who recommended I watch Carola's livestream. He urged me to accept Carola's confession. And he was the one who recognized the curse afterward!

I was a complete fool, played by them.

"Mr. Daniel?" The manager's voice came from behind me.

The two people entangled by the pool suddenly turned around and locked eyes with me.

"Daniel?"

When Carola saw me, there wasn't a trace of guilt on her face. Instead, she held Borges even tighter. She sneered mockingly:

"What, can't stand seeing us together? Are you stalking me?"

I walked closer step by step, my heart feeling like it was being squeezed by an invisible hand: "So you two were working together to deceive me? I paid a million for your parents' medical expenses, poured resources and money into getting you from a livestream room to international runways... In your eyes, was all of that just humiliation?"

"What else would it be?" Borges seemed angered by my words.

"You acted all high and mighty, giving us charity, making us circle around you like lap dogs! Watching you casually squander money we couldn't earn in several lifetimesdo you know how torturous that is?!"

"Alright, calm down," Carola patted Borges's back: "Although the destiny switch isn't complete yet, it's already irreversible."

She looked down at me coldly: "Just wait and watch your good luck drain away bit by bit, until you become a complete pauper."

Just then, Carola's phone rang at an inopportune moment. She wanted to hang up, but after glancing at the caller ID, her expression changed. She immediately answered: "Hello? Mr. John! Yes, yes, yes, go ahead..."

I knew the Mr. John she mentioneda judge from last international runway show. I was the one who made the connection.

She covered the phone nodding and bowing, occasionally glancing at me.

Sweat appeared on Carola's forehead, and her voice dropped several notches: "Mr. John, rest assured, Daniel... of course he supports me! Our relationship is great! Signing is no problem, I'll bring him along..."

After hanging up, that ingratiating expression vanished instantly, and she stared at me intently.

I roughly knew what was going on. Before I came to find Carola, Mr. John had already contacted me.

That man was shrewd, knew I had good fortune, and had benefited from it before. But this time I refused directly and made it clear to him: "Carola's affairs from now on have nothing to do with me."

But it seems Carola's credentials weren't enough.

Borges was best at reading the room. He immediately approached me with a fake smile: "Daniel, look, this deal is so important to Carola! You've helped her so much beforehelp her through this, sign this contract, and come with us... together?"

I suddenly laughed. Just now they were cursing me, and now they were begging: "Weren't you just saying you hated me, that I humiliated you? What's wrong? The stolen fortune can't handle the situation, so you need me again?"

Carola obviously had no patience, her tone harsh: "I'm giving you a chance to make money! Name your price, come with me to sign a contract."

"I don't want a penny, and from now on your affairs have nothing to do with me! We're even!"

I found it laughable and didn't want to deal with them. After speaking, I turned to leave.

"You're forcing us to get rough!"

Carola suddenly rushed forward and grabbed my hair, pulling it back. Almost simultaneously, Borges forcefully locked my arms from behind.

"Let go! What are you doing!" I struggled desperately.

Carola leaned close to my ear: "If you won't go, then your finger will go for you. After all, a fingerprint is all we need."

Borges chuckled behind me: "Thanks for your hard work, Daniel."

Before I could react, a cold flash appeared before my eyesCarola actually pulled out a folding knife from her pocket!

"Help! Murder!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

The hotel manager who rushed over pulled out his phone to call the police, but Carola turned and smiled: "It's fine, just playing with my boyfriend."

The manager called out doubtfully: "Mr. Daniel? Mr. Daniel, are you alright?"

I couldn't respond. The knife tip was pressing hard against my lower back.

Borges lowered his voice and whispered in my ear: "Say anything wrong, and I'll stab it in right now."

They dragged me forcefully into the suite.

The door slammed shut. Borges locked it.

I was thrown hard onto the sofa.

"You're crazy?! Forcibly taking fortune and hurting people will accelerate the backlash!" I shouted breathlessly.

"Backlash?" Carola sneered. "At this point, you're still making up stories to scare us?"

"What you switched wasn't a fortune destiny! It's my money curse!"

I shouted it directly.

The two froze, then burst into laughter.

I stared at them and emphasized again: "I'm cursed by money! The reason I didn't buy you assets before wasn't because I was stingyI literally couldn't! The way you're acting evil now will only make the retribution come faster!"

The two laughed so hard they almost rolled on the ground.

Carola asked while laughing: "Alright then, tell me, with the five hundred thousand in my account now, how long can I live?"

"Five days!" I said decisively.

"If you don't spend it all within five days, you'll definitely die!"

"Five days? Isn't that too long?" Before Carola finished speaking, she suddenly grabbed my left hand.

Before I could see what she was doing, a piercing pain shot through my left thumb!

"Ahhh!!!"

The pain was so intense I nearly blacked out, cold sweat pouring down.

She! She actually used the knife to cut off my thumb directly!

She held the bloody severed finger, grinning wickedly, and forcefully pressed a bloody fingerprint on a piece of paper.

"Mmm~ This way, Mr. John should accept it too." She hummed smugly.

"You're so clever, darling~" Borges held her.

I trembled from the pain, their triumphant laughter ringing in my ears.

Carola grabbed a stack of bills and threw them hard in my face: "Here, your reward! Enough to buy ten of your fingers!"

"You! Will be hit by backlash soon!" I endured the intense pain, staring at them.

They laughed even harder. Borges crossed his arms and stood to the side, kicking me: "According to you, how much longer can Carola live?"

"Five days?"

I shook my head and smiled at them both.

"Five hours... not her, both of you!!"