Chapter 3: The Trap
"What the hell are you doing?!" Lunara rushed toward the shop. She never expected this to happen right after she came back from the hospital.
The glass wall was shattered into pieces, the flowers were destroyed, and everything inside was thrown into chaos.
"I said stop! Who the hell are you?!" she shouted again, her voice shaking with anger. She lunged forward, grabbing the arm of one of the men swinging a wooden stick, smashing the delicate flowers.
The man swung his arm, nearly making Lunara fall backward. "Ask your dad," he sneered. "He said he will pay the debt with this shop and told us to take it."
Lunara's eyes widened in shock. "What...?" Her breath caught in her throat as she processed his words.
The man smirked, enjoying the disbelief on her face. "Blame him, not us. We're just doing our job."
"He didn't have anything to do with this shop!" Lunara shouted, her voice trembling with anger. "My mother is the owner of this shop! Get the hell out of here!"
She pushed her thoughts aside, her heart racing, and spread her arms wide in the middle of the chaos, trying desperately to stop the men from destroying what was left of the place. Her eyes darted around, taking in the mess they had created, but she refused to back down.
"No! Stop! Not that one!" Lunara cried out, trying to block the man from crushing the vase on the counter. But despite her efforts, she was shoved aside and flopped onto the floor, helpless.