I Need a Husband, Not a Drama Life!

Chapter 1( Crazy Fate )

My name is Joonie Yim, and I’m 20 years old. I work part-time as a waitress in a small restaurant. Life is okay, but…

??: “When are you going to pay off your debt, huh?”

Yep, I’m in huge debt with these gangsters. My dad borrowed money from them and then disappeared without a trace, leaving me to deal with it.

“Umm… Can I pay you next month?”

??: “Next month? How many times have we come to collect? Do you have a death wish?”

“Just give me one more chance! One month, I promise I’ll pay you something!”

??: “Alright, but you’ll have to pay it all.”

“All of it?! But how am I—”

??: “If you don’t pay your father’s debt, we’ll come for you, and maybe… you can pay us with your body.” They laugh sinisterly.

I hate their filthy threats.

??: “Let’s go.”

As they already left I went Inside my house.

“How am I supposed to pay all this money in just one month?”

I was so stressed, I grabbed my small notebook and laid it on the table.

“I need a plan.”

Goal Plans:

Plan A

1st: Get a job (if it doesn’t work…)

Plan B

1st: Find a rich husband.

“Haha… so ridiculous of me.”

As I was thinking, my phone rang—it was HR calling.

“H-Hello?”

HR: “Hello, congratulations! You’ve passed the interview. We’d like to inform you that you can start working next week. Will that be okay?”

“Yes! Thank you so much!”

HR: “You’re welcome. If you have any questions, feel free to ask.”

“No questions, thank you.”

HR: “Great, we’ll see you then.”

Call ends.

“YESSSS! I FINALLY GOT A FULL-TIME JOB!”

I was so excited that I accidentally tripped and fell to the floor. BUMP

The next week finally arrived. I was riding my scooter to work when suddenly, a car came speeding toward me and crashed into my bike, sending me flying a few feet away.

Luckily, I wasn’t seriously injured—just some scrapes on my knees. As I was about to curse out the driver, he stepped out of the car and looked down at me.

This guy was unbelievably handsome—sharp features, piercing eyes, a chiseled jawline, and sleek, perfectly styled hair. He was dressed in a tailored suit, exuding confidence and power, with a cool, composed expression and a tall, lean frame.

I was about to change my tone because of how hot he was, but…

??: “Can’t you move faster? You’re blocking my way.”

“Pardon?”

I was too shocked to say anything. Omg, he’s such a jerk!

??: “If you’re not hurt, I’ll be on my way.”

He turned to leave, heading back to his car.

“HEY! Get back here!”

He turned around, clearly surprised that someone had dared raise their voice to him. I grabbed him by the collar, glaring at him.

“You’re not leaving without a serious conversation!”

His bodyguards stepped in and tried to pull me away, but I held my ground and yanked at his hair.

The bodyguards were shocked, watching as I pulled at him until they finally managed to drag me off.

“Let go of me!”