The Miracle: A Collection by THE PINKLIVINGROOM 

THE MIRACLE Project : TIME: When Time is Not Time  ,  Hello Miracle: Rena's Handwritten Magic

The luxurious car sped away from the chaos of the capital. Cherine, a woman in a deep blue dress that contrasted sharply with her fair skin, sat forlornly in the back seat. Her beautiful wide-brimmed hat lay carelessly beside her. Her vivid red lips were pressed into a tight line as she leaned her forehead against the window, watching the scenery transform from towering skyscrapers to lush green foliage.

Yet, the serenity of nature could not soothe the pain in her exquisite eyes. Her gaze still trembled with the apprehension of betrayal from those she had once trusted most.

"What troubles you, young miss?" The steady voice, laced with gentle concern, belonged to Kanthorn, the head housekeeper in her neat black uniform. Cherine averted her gaze from the window, turning to the middle-aged woman beside her with a pale face.

"How much longer must I run... before Father is satisfied?" Her voice was a fragile whisper. "Why must he make him president... knowing he’ll eventually kill me…?"

Unshed tears finally spilled onto Cherine's smooth cheeks. She clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white. Kanthorn merely bowed her head slightly, adhering to the strict etiquette of the Pithithak family.

"Your father has considered everything carefully, miss. Sending you into hiding is the best solution for now... Please do not worry."

Cherine glanced out the window again. The car was now driving along a vast coastline—the place where she was destined to hide from the madness of Suparuj, her power-hungry half-brother.

"Why did Father give everything to Ruj?" she burst out, her voice laced with bitter frustration. "He knows how ruthless he is. He knows it will destroy our family... and everyone in that house hides a knife behind their back. Someday... this crazy family's entire world will be in ruins!"

Just as Cherine sank into the depths of her simmering resentment, an unforeseen event erupted.

CRASH!

A massive truck swerved across the lane at terrifying speed, deliberately ramming into the luxury convoy. Cherine’s body was violently thrown against the car’s interior again and again.

SCREECH!

Tires shrieked deafeningly. The expert driver, in a desperate split-second decision against imminent death, wrenched the steering wheel hard. The truck narrowly missed them before losing control and slamming into a hillside, its front end crumpled. Cherine’s car spun wildly in the middle of the road, leaving a cloud of white tire smoke swirling across the shoulder.

Cherine slumped onto the seat, breathing heavily in shock. Slowly, she lifted her head to gaze at the devastation before her. A single thought immediately pierced her mind: Was this truly an accident, or an assassination attempt orchestrated by someone?

The woman jolted awake in the dark, the sounds of commotion outside her room. Her eyes flew open, confronting an empty, cracked ceiling. The small, damp room, a decaying wooden bed, and dust-stained sheets made her scramble to sit up.

"Where am I...?"

Her trembling hand fumbled for her mobile phone in the bag still beside her. She quickly tried to turn on the screen to call for help, but the light from the display made her eyes widen in shock.

November 14, Year '70 | 1:45 PM

Just as her finger was about to press dial, heavy footsteps rapidly approached her room...