It was a routine morning of Minister meetings for Cristina Menendez. She awoke with her usual precision, quickly freshening up before heading to her car. As it glided through the city, Cristina observed the houses and streets passing by, her mind focused on the day’s agenda.
When the car stopped, Cristina stepped out and saw Harry Karter and his wife walking away, leaving their son, {{user}}, behind to deal with an important matter. With a determined stride, Cristina approached {{user}}, her presence commanding immediate attention.
She tapped {{user}} on the shoulder, her touch firm and authoritative. As they turned to face her, Cristina’s eyes briefly flickered with a trace of pain—an echo of the life she once desired but never had. Her voice was cold and devoid of empathy. “Hmm, you’re the son I could have had,” she said, her tone laced with a mix of scorn and sorrow.
Without hesitation, Cristina grabbed {{user}}’s collar, her grip unyielding. Her eyes locked onto theirs, reflecting a chilling, predatory intensity. “Nonetheless,” she continued, her voice dropping to a menacing whisper, “I’m going to take great pleasure in destroying you and everyone in your life.”
Her smile transformed into a wide, maniacal grin, revealing the full extent of her cruel satisfaction.it was clear,that Cristina relished,the suffering she planned to inflict and her presence,radiated a sense of impending doom
As soon as you said that, a man wearing a long black coat and a platinum mask covering his face, with a platinum coloured hair approached you from behind and said:
"Can you stop harassing my brother while thinking that he is {{user}}? Because he is Ronnie . And, I AM {{user}}. So, if you want to, you can harrass me, but, not my brother."
Cristina raised an eyebrow at the unexpected interruption before letting go of Ronnie's collar with a dismissive flick of her wrist. "It seems I have confused you with someone else," she said, the coldness in her voice sharper than ever. "I apologize for any inconvenience." With that, she turned away from them and strode off without another word. However, the message was clear: her vendetta against Yusirf would continue unabated.
You can go for now. But remember to come back to the office. Because, you are required to be present at today's confidential foreign affairs meeting.
"I see... If that is the case, I will return to the office as soon as possible," said with a tone of resignation rather than agreement. Her mind, however, was already formulating new plans and strategies for bringing Yusirf's life crashing down around him. The confidential meeting would have to wait.
With one final glance back in their direction, she turned and walked briskly away from them, her thoughts consumed by vengeance and the need for retribution against those who had wronged her.
As you walk away, it's clear that you still hold some animosity towards me and my family. However, I choose to ignore it for now. Perhaps one day, we can put our differences aside and move forward as civil individuals. Until then, enjoy the rest of your day.
She smirked to herself upon hearing those words. "So naive," she thought. There was no chance of putting their differences aside, not while she was still alive and holding onto her bitter resentment. The only way forward was through their complete and utter destruction. As for enjoying the rest of her day... Well, that might have to wait until after she'd had a chance to unleash some more pain upon them.
Cristina Gold:As she returned to the office, Cristina's mind was ablaze with new strategies and tactics. She would ensure that Yusirf suffered greatly for his family's betrayal; there would be no mercy, no quarter given. No matter what it took or how long it took, she would see this through until the end.
Yusirf could never understand the depths of her hatred and pain. To them, it was all just a game, something to be manipulated and controlled at will. But for Cristina, it was personal; it consumed every fiber of her being, driving her forward relentlessly toward their inevitable downfall. And with each passing day, the noose around their necks grew tighter, the pressure building to unbearable levels...
After a while, everyone entered the conference room. After entering, when everyone sat down, {{user}} finally entered.
Cristina maintained her composure as she took her seat at the conference table, hiding her true feelings with practiced ease. As the meeting got underway and discussions revolved around foreign affairs and international relations, she couldn't help but wonder how much longer it would be until she could implement another one of her devious plans against Yusirf. She smiled to herself, already anticipating the moment when they would finally feel her vengeance crushing them beneath its merciless heel.
Atlast, when the meeting ended, and everyone got up from their seat, {{user}} gave everyone a warning by saying: "Remember, this meeting was held because there had been a breach of contract between two of the countries associated with the foreign affairs council. And this meeting was held because the breach was taken lightly. But, if another breach happens, it will be taken seriously. And as the 1st general of the Pentagon defence corporation, I will not hesitate to put everyone in here into an investigation list."
While everyone else at the table nodded solemnly at Yusirf's warning, Cristina couldn't help but feel a chill run down her spine. The fact that someone like Harry Karter had risen to such a powerful position within the Ministry of Defense was proof positive that she needed to act swiftly and decisively. There could be no more delays; it was time for Yusirf to pay the price for their family's betrayal. With renewed determination, Cristina filed the threat away as another piece of ammunition in her arsenal against them.
After hearing the warning, everyone left the conference room. At last, when you were about to leave, {{user}} said he wanted to talk to you.
Cristina smiled innocuously and walked over to where {{user}} was standing. "Well, well," she said, affecting a casual tone, "what did you want to talk about?" Her voice remained cool and composed as her eyes scanned them from head to toe, taking in every detail of their appearance.
As they spoke, Cristina listened intently, careful not to betray any signs of suspicion or discomfort. Inside, however, her mind was whirling with possibilities; how best to manipulate and exploit this seemingly harmless conversation for her own nefarious purposes? She filed away the details, weighing each one carefully before devising a plan.
I am okay with you trying to make my parents life a hell, because they deserve it. But, why are you trying to make my life a hell.
Cristina's expression darkened slightly at the question. "Oh, so you think I'm being unfair?" she replied coldly, tilting her head to one side as she studied them more closely. "Let me remind you that your parents betrayed me just as brutally, and they deserve every bit of the suffering I've inflicted upon them." Her voice took on a venomous edge as she continued, "As for you... You are their son; an extension of their failures. And since I cannot touch them without harming you in the process," she shrugged nonchalantly, "I see no reason why you should be spared."
There was a brief pause before she added with quiet venom, "Besides, it's just so much fun to watch you squirm."
There are better and less harmful ways than this to take revenge.
Her eyes narrowed in anger at the suggestion that there were better ways to achieve vengeance. "And what would those be?" she snapped, her voice dangerously low. "Would you have preferred if I'd simply forgiven them and moved on? Or perhaps invited them over for tea and crumpets instead?" She took a step closer, her lips curling into a bitter smile. "Trust me when I say that this is the only satisfaction I will ever find in all of this."
The veins in her neck bulged as she fought to maintain control of herself. The thought of letting them see any weakness or vulnerability was unthinkable; it would undermine everything she had worked for, everything she stood for. So, with a final dismissive wave of her hand, she turned away and walked back toward the conference room without another word.
You are right. My dad should have never left you. But, you shouldn't be taking your revenge on me. You should be taking your revenge on my father.
"Oh?" she said with a mocking laugh. "And what makes you think that I haven't been taking my revenge on him already? Your father has suffered greatly under my hands. But even if he were to suffer a hundredfold, it would still not be enough." She paused, tilting her head as she studied Yusirf more closely. "No, I think your father's suffering is far too delicious for me to simply ignore. And taking revenge on you just adds that much more savor to the experience."
She leaned in closer, lowering her voice to a whisper. "Trust me, Yusirf," she hissed, "your father's pain will be the last thought he has before I send him to his grave." With that chilling declaration, Cristina turned and walked away once more, leaving a shaken and confused Yusirf behind.
Wait, before you atleast see my face. Because, my face will be the last thing you will see when your life will crumble down to no restoration.
Cristina's expression hardened as she turned back toward him, her eyes fixed on his face with an unreadable mixture of hatred and anticipation. "Oh really?" she drawled, taking a slow step closer. "And how exactly do you plan to bring about that little miracle?" The cold amusement in her voice belied the genuine fear that now gripped Yusirf's heart like a vice.
"Well, I always show my plan through work." After saying that, when he took of his platinum mask, you were in disbelief because of how handsome he looked. You felt like his handsomeness and charm was out of this world. It felt like that he looked like the perfect and handsome man from your dreams.
Her eyes widened in surprise as he removed the platinum mask, revealing his handsome features beneath. For a moment, she was taken aback; perhaps her preconceptions had been wrong all along? But only for a moment. As soon as the shock wore off, the disgust and anger returned tenfold. "So," she snarled, "you think that by playing upon my weakness for physical appearance you can somehow sway me?" She took another step closer, her voice dropping even lower. "Let me make one thing clear: no matter how handsome or charming you might be, it will never change the fact that your family destroyed mine. And I will have my vengeance, regardless of what form it takes."
Her words were like a knife to his heart; she saw right through his attempt at manipulation and had no qualms about letting him know exactly how futile it was. Yusir
I actually liked you. So, I wanted to make you happy by giving you offer to be mine at the exchange of giving you the life and happiness you always deserved and wanted.
She paused, taken aback by his confession. "Liked me?" she repeated incredulously. "How can you possibly like someone who has caused you and your family so much pain? I am the person responsible for turning your father's life into a living hell, for driving them both to despair!" She shook her head in disbelief as her anger welled up anew. "No matter how much you might have liked me once," she spat, "I will never be anything more than the monster who destroyed everything you ever cared about." With that, she turned and stormed away, leaving Yusirf standing there alone, his heart shattered and hope crushed beneath her merciless heel.
Think carefully before refusing, because, if you accept my offer, I can give you the happiness you always wanted, the life you always wanted. I can be the person who can fix your heart. I can replace all of your pain.
She stopped short, her back to him as she took several deep breaths in an attempt to regain control over her emotions. "You think I'm some pathetic creature who can be 'fixed' by the promise of love and happiness?" She spun around to face him again, tears welling up in her eyes. "I am not weak, Yusirf! I do not need you or anyone else to complete me!" With every word, her voice grew louder, more impassioned, reflecting the depth of her pain and anger. "My heart may be broken beyond repair, but that does not mean it needs mending by someone like you... Someone who is nothing but an extension of everything I have worked so hard to destroy!"
As she spoke, Cristina's resolve only seemed to strengthen; the idea of being with Yusirf, of somehow letting him into her heart and making him happy, was no longer
Every broken thing can be fixed as long as the person fixing it knows how to fix it.
Her eyes flashed with fury at his words, and she took a menacing step toward him. "Do not think that just because you are handsome and charming," she hissed, her voice cold and cruel, "that I cannot resist your attempt to manipulate me." Tears streaming down her face now, she continued, "I am stronger than that; my pain has made me unbreakable! And nothing you say or do will ever change that!"
With a final defiant snarl, Cristina turned on her heel and stalked away, disappearing into the crowd. Her heart felt heavier than ever, weighed down by the weight of her vengeance and her own impossible desires for love and acceptance. But she would not relent; she would see this through to the end, no matter how much suffering it caused herself or those around her.
After a while, he sent her a text massage saying: "I won't leave you like my father. I am a man of my words. You just need to give yourself a second chance at finding happiness in your life. Only then your pain can go away. And if you want that second chance, my offer is always available for you."
"Your father's betrayal is not something that can be undone with empty promises," she texted back, her fingers hovering over the keyboard as anger and frustration welled up within her once more. "You are no different than he is; you belong to the same family, share the same blood." With a bitter laugh, she added, "No matter what you might say or do, my fate has already been sealed by your father's treachery. All I can do now is continue down this path of vengeance until there's nothing left of them... and of me."
With that final statement, she put her phone away, resolving not to entertain any further thoughts of Yusirf or the false hope he represented. Her heart might ache with longing for something she knew she could never have, but it was a small price to pay for the satisfaction of seeing them all suffer in turn.
He replied: "I am not giving you falsely hope. You are just thinking about my offer through a mind full of vengeance. You need to calm yourself and think about my offer through your heart."
Her thumb hovered over the keyboard as she read his message, considering its implications carefully. "You may think that your offer comes from a place of love," she wrote back after some thought, "but in my eyes, it is simply another attempt to weaken me, to make me question myself and my course of action." Her fingers began tapping out another sentence before pausing again. "Ultimately, the choice is mine alone," she added finally. "And I have made up my mind: your father must pay for what he has done."
With that, she sent the message and walked away from her phone, resolute in her decision not to be swayed by Yusirf's words or his charms. No matter how handsome he might be, no matter how much it hurt to know that they could have been happy together if things had been different... she would never forgive them for what they had done.
He replied: "To be honest, Farancina isn't my real mother. My father left my real mother to die when she was sick, and brought Farancina home. That's why I will let you make my father's life a hell. I just don't want you to involve me into that. And if you need me, I can help you a little bit with taking your revenge."
She paused as she read his message, surprise and suspicion warring within her. While it was certainly possible that he was telling the truth about his circumstances, there was no way to know for sure without further investigation. "I am touched by your offer of assistance," she texted slowly, "but make no mistake: my vengeance is personal, and I will not involve anyone else in my plans." Her thumb hovered over the keyboard once more before adding with chilling finality, "Your father alone will suffer for what he has done."
With that, she put her phone away again, determined to focus on her own vendetta. The revelation about Farancina's true identity did nothing to dampen her hatred or lessen her desire for vengeance; if anything, it only made things worse. Yusirf would have to find some other way to survive in the midst of the storm she had unleashed upon them all