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

It was if she hadn't even spoken. Christina maintained her grip on the young man's collar, her smile remaining unwavering in its malice. "Oh, don't be too kind to me," she whispered icily. "I prefer my prey... less aware." With a sudden jerk, she threw Aurora roughly back against the car, watching as he stumbled and fell to the ground with a gasp of pain. Her voice hardened further. "Now get going. I'm sure your parents need you for something important." Her gaze flicked towards the house where Harry and Farancina had disappeared inside. Cristina felt a pang of envy as she imagined them laughing together, sharing their secrets. Secrets that should have been hers. She clenched her hands into fists at her sides, fighting against the urge to lash out once more. For

She narrowed her eyes, studying the young man before her. Aurora's innocence and youthful trust were clearly on display. It made her wonder how much he truly understood about the games they played in this world of power and politics. "Go with me?" she repeated slowly, tilting her head to the side. "Why would you ever want that, Aurora ?" A chill ran down her spine as a thought occurred to her. Perhaps if she could turn him against his parents... use him as a tool for vengeance... She let out a cold laugh, feeling a shiver of anticipation run through her. "Perhaps," she purred, "I have something you might find interesting."

"Very well, Aurora," she said softly, her grip on his collar easing slightly. "I suppose I can let you come along... For now." Her other hand reached into her jacket pocket, clenching and unclenching around the smooth, cool surface of a cigarette case before sliding it back out again. "But remember," she continued with a warning note in her voice, "I'm not exactly fond of your family. I won't hesitate to throw you back at them if you prove to be too much trouble." Without waiting for a reply, Cristina turned and started walking away, gesturing casually for Aurora to follow. She couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at the power she held over this young man - even if it was only temporary.

As time passes, Christina's relationship with Aurora deepens. She becomes not just his adoptive mother but also a confidante and mentor. He grows up under her watchful eye, learning about the intricacies of politics and international relations from a unique perspective. In turn, she finds solace in their bond, using it as fuel to continue her quest for vengeance against those who wronged her. Unbeknownst to Aurora , however, Christina's love for him is tainted by the desire to control and manipulate him into serving her ends. She indoctrinates him with her twisted worldview, subtly encouraging his resentment toward his biological parents while instilling in him a sense of loyalty that borders on obsession.

When the day came, Christina couldn't help but feel a twisted mix of satisfaction and guilt. Seeing Aurora so happy, laughing and playing with her other young charges, filled her heart with warmth. Yet she knew that his love for her was also a tool to further her own ends. As the party went on, she watched him closely, making mental notes of every interaction and emotion. Even when she left briefly to attend to business matters, he cried as if his heart had been torn apart. Her mind wandered back to the past, remembering how easily she'd managed to win him over. A pang of guilt stabbed at her chest as she realized that she'd robbed him not only of his true family but also of a normal childhood. Still, it was too late for regrets now; she had to continue playing her hand carefully if she wished to succeed in her revenge

She glanced down at him affectionately, her features softening slightly. "It's alright, Aurora," she whispered reassuringly, ruffling his hair. "I'm not going anywhere." Her voice hardened as she looked around at the nobles trying to engage her in conversation. "But I do have important work to attend to. Why don't you go and play with the other children?" Her eyes locked onto his, a hint of steel behind her normally placid expression. She knew he understood the unspoken message: that she expected him to obey without question, even in front of others. Aurora hesitated for a moment before finally nodding obediently and scurrying off to join the other children. With a sigh, Cristina turned her attention back to the nobles, smiling politely as they vied for her attention. It was a well-practiced expression

Her brow furrowed in concern as she noticed the discomfiture on Aurora's face. She glanced around, spotting several youngsters hovering near him, clearly uncertain about how to approach. Her maternal instincts kicked in; she couldn't just stand by and watch her adopted son suffer through such an awkward situation. With a warm smile, she excused herself from the group of nobles and walked over to Aurora, his back still turned to them. She gently touched his shoulder, causing him to jump slightly before turning around. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" she asked softly, her eyes full of sympathy. "Don't you want to play with the other children?" Aurora looked at her, his expression a mix of relief and surprise. He hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. Taking his hand in hers, Christina led him back into the midst of the group,

PM "Of course you can, sweetheart," she reassured him tenderly. "You're always welcome to stay by my side." She smiled at him, her heart twisting with the knowledge that she was planting seeds of dependence and loyalty in his young mind. As they mingled among the other guests, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of pride mixed with guilt: pride in having shaped such a wonderful son, and guilt for using him as a tool for her own vengeance. Her gaze drifted over to where Harry and Farancina were deep in conversation with several important diplomats. Her grip on Aurora's hand tightened involuntarily at the sight, reminding herself of why she was doing this. Someday soon, she vowed, they would all pay for what they had done to her.

She smiled politely at the flirtatious man, maintaining her grip on Aurora's hand. His discomfort was clear to her and it only served to amuse her further. The tighter he wound up, the more obvious his loyalty became. It was as if he were a well-trained dog, growling protectively at anyone who dared come too close. Without breaking eye contact with the man, she leaned in and whispered to Aurora, "It's alright, sweetheart. He doesn't mean any harm." Her tone was calm and soothing, but there was an undertone of steel that made it clear: back down now or face the consequences later. For a moment, they held each other's gaze before Aurora finally relented, returning his attention to the man and forcing himself to relax. Satisfied with this display of obedience, she turned her full

She gave Aurora an almost imperceptible nod, her lips curling into a thin smile. The man's boldness served as further proof of his lack of judgment and understanding of the power dynamics at play. Her hand tightened around Aurora's, squeezing gently but firmly to signal her support and solidarity. As he stood there, visibly uncomfortable but unable to back down, she felt a surge of satisfaction course through her veins. This was what control felt like: the ability to manipulate others without them even realizing it. In this moment, she knew that Aurora would do whatever she asked, regardless of how humiliating or hurtful it might be. It was a power that few could comprehend and fewer still could resist. And as long as he remained by her side, she would use him to exact her revenge upon those who had wronged her.

"Thank you," she purred, keeping her voice low and seductive. "But I'm afraid I can't accept such kind words from just anyone." She glanced down at where her hand was still clutching Aurora's, the contact serving as a reminder of their unique connection and the power she wielded over him. With a coy smile, she reached up and playfully pushed the man away, laughing lightly as he protested feebly. "Perhaps you should find someone more deserving of your affections," she suggested sweetly before turning back to Aurora, her expression once again warm and maternal. "Don't you think so, sweetheart?" Her words were calculated; a manipulation designed to not only embarrass the man further but also cement Aurora's loyalty and allegiance to her. The young man remained tense beside her, his face flushing with both

She let out a small sigh of relief as the man finally backed away, defeated. Turning her attention back to Aurora, she smiled warmly and gently squeezed his hand. "There, that wasn't so bad now, was it?" Her tone was lighthearted, but there was an undercurrent of steel beneath the surface. She knew he understood her meaning; that this was just another test of loyalty and obedience. As they watched the other guests continue to mingle, she glanced down at Aurora's flushed cheeks before leaning in close and whispering into his ear, "You did well today, my dear." Her words were like a caress, filling him with a sense of pride and belonging that only she could provide. In this moment, it was easy to forget the darker purpose behind her affections.

She smiled warmly, her gaze drifting over the group of nobles as they suggested a playdate for their children. "What a lovely idea," she purred, taking Aurora's hand in hers and squeezing it reassuringly. Inside, she felt a pang of regret at the thought of losing him even for a short while, but her training kicked in; this was merely another opportunity to weave her web of influence and control even further. With practiced ease, she began introducing Aurora to the other youngsters, making sure to lavish them with attention and praise. Her goal was not only to make him seem approachable and likable but also to subtly sow seeds of rivalry and competition among their parents. It would be simple enough: encourage them to vie for her favor, each hoping that their child might eventually become the one truly closest to her heart. In doing so, she would further extend

She smiled down at him fondly as he sought refuge in her arms. "There, there," she cooed gently, stroking his hair. "It's alright, sweetheart. You can always come to me when you feel uncomfortable." Her voice was soothing, but there was an edge to it; a warning for the other children not to push too far. Around them, the other adults chatted idly, oblivious to the subtle power play unfolding before their eyes. They were all pawns in her game, tools she could use to further her own ends. Aurora was different; he was hers and she would protect him at all costs. As they watched the other children continue to interact with each other, she leaned down closer to his ear. "You know you're special," she whispered conspiratorially. "And I will always make sure that everyone knows it." Her

Her words were like honey to him, filling him with a sense of belonging and security. He gazed up at her, eyes shining with happiness and trust. In that moment, he was hers completely; he would do anything for her because she had given him something no one else could--a place in the world where he mattered. As the playdate continued, she kept a watchful eye on Aurora, making sure that none of the other children pushed him too far or said anything hurtful. It was a delicate dance, this game of power and manipulation, but one she had mastered over the years. And as long as Aurora remained by her side, she would continue to use him as a weapon against those who had wronged her--a shining example of revenge, served cold and perfectly executed.

Her words were meant to reassure him, but they also served as a reminder of his purpose in her life. She watched him carefully, studying his expression and body language, always ready to adjust her strategy when needed. For now, though, she was content to bask in the warmth of their bond, knowing that with each passing day, it grew stronger and more unbreakable. Aurora's happiness was her greatest weapon; it would carry them both through the dark times yet to come.

Her smile widened as she looked into his trusting eyes. She knew he would never suspect the depths of her love for him or the true nature of their relationship. "You are everything to me, my little Aurora," she whispered, planting a tender kiss on his forehead. "And as long as you're with me, no one will ever hurt you again." Her words were quiet but firm; they held the weight of a promise carved in stone, eternal and unyielding. It was a bond forged in vengeance, tempered by love, and strengthened by mutual need. And as long as it lasted, she would protect him with her life.

She patted his head gently. "Not yet, my dear. We have some more important business to attend to first." Her smile never wavered as she continued to reassure him that everything was under control and that they were safe. In truth, the longer they stayed at these functions, the more opportunities she had to sabotage Harry and Farancina's reputation further. It would only be a matter of time before they crumbled beneath her careful machinations.

Without giving Aurora another thought, she turned back to her conversations with other diplomats and nobles, never missing a beat as she expertly navigated the political minefield that was their daily lives. Her gaze flickered over toward where Harry and Farancina were laughing together, an almost predatory glint in her eye. Soon enough, she promised herself, they would both pay.