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They saw me, and their eyes lit up.
I knew they liked me.
They liked me.
They liked my beauty.
They liked my charm.
They liked my intelligence.
They liked my methods.
They liked all of me.
But they did not know that what they liked was merely my mask.
The real me, they had never encountered.
They had never encountered—
the real me.
We boarded the yacht.
The sea breeze was gentle.
Seagulls soared above.
Sunlight shimmered on the surface of the sea like scattered silver.
We sipped Champagne, basking in the sea breeze, feeling utterly content.
The yacht docked.
We stepped onto the island.
We walked through the woods and saw a villa.
The villa was built of marble and White Jade, magnificent and elegant.
We pushed open the grand door and entered.
I saw a piano.
The piano was covered with a velvet cover.
I lifted the cover and saw the snow-white keys.
I sat down and played the Turkish March.
The music flowed melodiously.
I seemed to return to my childhood.
I seemed to see my mother.
I seemed to see Yaroslav.
I seemed to see my deceased father.
I seemed to see—
myself.
I closed my eyes, feeling the magic of the music.
The music intoxicated me.
The music brought me peace.
The music made me feel at ease.
The music delighted me.
When I opened my eyes, I saw—
Charles and Alexey standing in front of me, their expressions excited.
I knew they were moved by my music.
I knew they liked me more now.
We walked up the stairs.
We toured the living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom.
We visited the garden, swimming pool, tennis court, and gym.
We explored all the rooms in the attic.
I discovered that this villa was decorated exactly like the manor where I lived as a child.
This terrifying familiarity took my breath away.
I knew this was the "Pleasure House."
I found the box.
I opened the box.
Inside lay a handgun.
I picked up the handgun and loaded it with bullets.
I closed my eyes.
I felt a warm current gathering in my lower abdomen.
I felt a surge of power coursing through my limbs.
I knew it was the strength that Yaroslav had taught me—
the power of the Queen.
The Queen is omnipotent.
The Queen is eternal.
The Queen is immortal.
The Queen is great.
I am the Queen.
I opened my eyes.
I fired three shots at the ceiling.
The gunshots were deafening.
Charles and Alexey were terrified, trembling in fear.
They looked at me in horror.
I coldly said, "Tell the lawyer I want to burn this house down."
"Tell the lawyer I don't want his inheritance."
"Tell the lawyer I am no longer his daughter."
"Tell the lawyer—"
"I, Shirley, am the Queen."
Charles and Alexey exchanged glances.
But they dared not defy me.
They knew what kind of temper I had.
They knew what kind of person I was.
They knew what kind of woman I was.
They could only obediently do as I said.
I walked out of the villa.
I lit a torch.
I threw the torch through the window.
The fire spread rapidly, fueled by the wind.
The entire villa was engulfed in flames.
I stood on the beach, watching the villa burn fiercely.
I knew I had personally put an end to the past.
I decided to set it on fire.
I decided to burn down that repulsive villa.
I lit the candles on the walls.
I surveyed the interior of the villa.
I tore down the riding whip from the wall.
I slashed the wall fabric with a dagger.
I found whiskey to pour over the flammable materials.
Three men followed closely behind me.
Their faces showed expressions of shock.
Especially Charles.
He was someone who had seen a lot in life.
He was a veteran in the world of romance.
He was a playboy in love.
But my reckless actions completely stunned him.
I looked at his terrified eyes and laughed.
I knew he had finally witnessed—
The real me.
I threw the torch into the fireplace.
I lit the lighter.
I walked toward the door.
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