Chapter 1 PROLOGUE (Part1)

PROLOGUE

In this cruel world, we have wants and needs for us to be contented. If we want a thing so bad, we keep on dreaming about it until it becomes ours. If the thing we want is already in our hands, the happiness is overwhelmingly good and we simply feel at peace.

But what if what you want to get is not something you can just buy whenever you want? What if what you want to have is difficult to possess?

They say that in this world, we can't get everything we want. But, I chose not to believe in this saying. Hell! If I want a thing, I will surely get it with my own cruel way and no one can stop me.

I believe that at the end of the day, everything I desire will be mine. I'll get what I want, by hook or by crook. . . because I am Talliah Eryn Castillego, the Queen of Castillego Empire. All the people around me know me so well: a bitch, a spoiled brat, and an evil woman.

Some people are scared of my existence. I'm superior to them, that's why. If they see me walking along their way, they immediately bow down their heads as a sign of respect. . . and fear.

I have all the good things in the world that everyone could wish to have. They said I'm so lucky 'cause God loves me so much that's why I have everything I need.

But, they're all wrong. . .

I don't have everything, yet. There's a missing piece that I badly want. . . to own.

It feels frustrating because all the things I wanted before were so easy to get with only a snap of my finger, except this. What I want so much, is so hard to reach. It was as if he was so far away from me and he was so hard to get.

I want him to be mine right away, but I can't. . . this is not the right time yet, for him to know me.

A smile plastered on my lips while my fingers slowly traced his face inside the picture frame.

My goodness, how can he be so perfect in my eyes?

I clicked my tongue and slowly look up to see another picture of him on the ceiling. Yes, I have pictures of my man in a frame and on the ceiling of my room. I even have a lot more plastered on my walls. it may come off as weird for others, but I don't care. I'm obsessed with his beautiful face.

I love to see his smiles and eyes after waking up in the morning and before going to sleep. Even in the photo, he is very handsome. What if more his gorgeous face I'll every day? Thinking about that makes me feel like I'm in heaven!

Damn, Talliah, you're crazy.

I just have to wait for another week to make you officially mine. My god, I can't fucking wait for that day.

My thoughts were interrupted by the ringing phone on my bedside table and an evil smile crept on my lips as I read the name of the caller.

"What?" I asked acting annoyed while smiling like an idiot.

I heard her take a long deep sigh as if she had a big problem. She's so serious about life that even the slightest thing causes her problems.

"I'll be in the veranda, Queen," she lazily said.

I smiled sweetly and combed my wavy hair. I took the cigarette and lighter from the table, then licked my lower lip to wet it before opening my door. I did everything quite easily because Jazzy was still too impatient.

***

We've known each other since high school. I helped her back from her abusive uncle, that's the reason why I met her. Since then, she has always been attached to me. She even said, she owes me her life.

I don't know what got into me at that time. I'm the type of person who doesn't care about other people as long as I'm having fun with myself. I don't have any friends since I was a child, but that didn't make me any less happy. As long as I have all the riches in the world, I'm okay with being alone.

But, when I saw her being beaten up by her abusive uncle, my blood immediately boiled. She's too pretty and innocent to be abused. She's too precious to be treated like that. After that, we just clicked.

Plus, being friends with Jazzy is a nice feeling too, I won't deny that. Only Jazzy can stand my bitchy attitude. Even if she knows the real side of me, she didn't left me. She stayed.

She said, she will serve me as her queen as long as she's living in this world, so from then on she calls me 'Queen'.

As I stepped out from my room, I immediately walked towards the veranda. The cold wind immediately brushed my soft skin after I opened the veranda's sliding door.

My lips rose up for a smirk when I saw Jazzy's grumpy face while comfortably sitting on a chair. When will I see her smile? She's serious as hell. She became like this after being abused. She became cold to others, and for that, I cannot judge her.

I'm not in her shoes to experience all of the trauma she had. If I could experience what she experienced, maybe I would be just serious as her. I'm still lucky though, that I haven't experienced what Jazzy did.

"Jazzy. . ." I called.

"Yes, Queen?" She immediately answered.

"Try to smile, it won't kill you," I smirked at her and then sat on a chair across from her.

She scoffed and crunched her nose.

"Why did the wind blow you here? Is your mission done?" I asked while lighting a cigarette.

Yes, I smoke. Smoking is part of my life. without cigarettes, I don't think I could've lived this long in this world. How ironic, right? I always get a check-up though, for a healthy living.

She smirked at me, causing me to frown. I feel like I know what will happen. The way she smiled at me, as if she's mocking the hell out of me.

"What's your news? I hope it won't ruin my day, Jaz," I said while glaring at her.

She laughed, making my blood boil. Fuck! Jazzy, don't get me mad.

"Guess it? I have a very beautiful news for you, my obsessed Queen. Are you ready to know what it is? Hmmm?" She smiled creepily.