It was morning. Sunlight glistened across the busy streets of Seoul, South Korea. Pedestrians looked on in awe as Alia's regal blue Pagani supercar roared through the main roads. Alia wore blue-tinted sunglasses, a confident smirk playing on her lips.
While driving, her eyes caught a massive digital billboard displaying the new White SE Poma model. Seeing the model reminded Alia of a secret moment from a month ago.
Alia pulled out her phone and glanced at a photo she had taken herself. It was a picture of Anashia, lounging in their private swimming pool. Alia had captured Anashia's muscular physique and mysterious gaze amidst the blue water.
Looking at the photo, Alia began to smile to herself. Her laughter carried a sense of triumph and deep mystery. Last night's tears, Viktor's frenzy, and this morning's fresh start everything seemed to be part of her grand design.
People on the streets and other drivers at traffic signals were stunned, staring at the stunning Mafia Queen and her expensive blue Pagani. None of them knew what immense imperial secrets lay behind that smile. Alia accelerated, the roar of the engine making the city of Seoul tremble. A strange scene unfolded on the streets of Seoul. As Alia's blue Pagani surged forward like a storm, the ordinary white cars in front cleared the way out of fear and respect. The drivers of those white cars didn't know who was inside; they likely thought it was someone immensely wealthy or influential. The sheer price and royal aura of the car were enough to intimidate them.
Just then, police sirens wailed. Since Alia's speed had exceeded the limit, the Korean police on motorcycles began chasing her. They shouted through loudspeakers in Korean, ordering Alia to pull over.
Police: "운전자분, 즉시 차를 멈추세요! 길가로 차를 세우십시오!"
(Driver, stop the car immediately! Pull over to the side of the road!)
Alia saw the police in her mirror, but there was no sign of fear on her face. Instead, she held the steering wheel with one hand while playing with her phone in the other, glancing at Anashia's photo. The shouting of the police felt like entertainment to her.
The common people on the streets watched this thrilling scene. They were stunned who was this bold woman defying police orders and speeding through Seoul like this? Alia knew the Seoul police didn't yet realize who they were chasing. She glanced at her long red nails, smirked, and floored the accelerator.
In an instant, the blue Pagani vanished out of the police's reach, leaving behind only smoke and a group of baffled officers. Alia knew that in this city, her power was far above the law or the police.Alia suddenly slammed on the brakes. Her blue Pagani screeched to a halt in the middle of the busy Seoul street, leaving a trail of tire smoke. The chasing police motorcycles and cars immediately swarmed and surrounded her.
Alia calmly opened the car door and stepped out. In her high-fashion attire and blue sunglasses, she looked like a mysterious queen. The officers thought she might be intimidated, but Alia walked straight toward the lead police officer.
To everyone's shock, without saying a word, Alia grabbed the officer's tie and yanked him toward her with a sharp tug. Caught off guard, the officer stumbled forward, ending up just inches from Alia's face.
Police Officer: (Stunned in Korean) "E... Ego moya? (What is this?) Do you know who you are dealing with?"
Alia tightened her grip on his tie with her long red nails and glared at him over the rim of her sunglasses. That cold smirk remained on her lips.
Alia: (In a low voice, in Korean) "Calm down, Officer. Your watch and my car's speed don't run on the same rhythm. I am short on time."
Seeing her audacity, the other officers hesitated, unsure whether to draw their weapons. Alia then pulled a special ID cardor perhaps a card with a gold seal
and held it up to the officer's chest. The moment he saw it, the color drained from his face. His authoritative posture vanished instantly.
Alia let go of the tie, straightened his shirt collar, and gave his cheek a light tap. Without looking back, she climbed back into her Pagani. The police, who had come to arrest her, now stood in a line and saluted, clearing the path for her.
The people of the city watched in awe where the law of Seoul ends, Alia's power begins. Just as the handsome police officer was about to let Alia go after saluting, something clicked in his mind. As Alia started the car, the officer suddenly reached out and placed his hand on the Pagani's window, speaking in a firm voice
Officer: "Stop! (Jamkanman!)"
Alia furrowed her brows and lowered her sunglasses slightly to look at him. Her long red nails were drumming against the steering wheel, a clear sign of her growing annoyance.
The officer leaned in close. His well-built physique and sharp gaze suggested he wasn't just an ordinary cop, but likely someone from the Special Forces. He looked directly into Alia's eyes and spoke in a low voice in English
Officer: "You might have the golden card, but those marks on your neck and these blood-red nails... they aren't the signs of an ordinary businesswoman. Where were you last night?"
Alia froze for a split second. This handsome officer wasn't just looking at her identity; he was noticing the subtle marks on her body. The memories of last night's intense moments and the scratches from her nails were still fresh on her skin.
Alia smirked. She leaned toward him and whispered in his ear
Alia: "Curiosity is good, Officer, but not when it concerns a Mafia Queen's private life. Last night, I visited both heaven and hell at the same time. Would you like to join me on that journey?"
The officer was taken aback by her bold reply, his ears turning slightly red. Taking advantage of the moment, Alia shifted gears and sped off in a flash. The officer was left standing on the road with nothing but smoke and the echo of her mysterious smile.
He muttered to himself, "Who is this woman? I've never seen such fire in Seoul before."It was late at night, 1 AM. The handsome police officer was sitting alone in his service car in a quiet, dark alley of Seoul. His mind was still reeling from the memory of the blue Pagani and the mysterious Alia from earlier that afternoon.
Suddenly, someone tapped on the car window. The officer looked up, startled, to see Anashia standing there. Even in the dark, her muscular build and cool demeanor were unmistakable. Anashia pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and smirked at the officer's worried face.
Anashia: "What's the matter? You look tense. Did the owner of that blue Pagani steal your sleep?"
The officer let out a long sigh and leaned back in his seat. He knew Anashia knew things that were beyond ordinary imagination.
Officer: "She didn't seem ordinary, Anashia. Her gaze and those long red nails... they can't belong to a normal girl. She grabbed my tie and yanked it in a way that made me feel like she doesn't care about the law at all."
Anashia burst out laughing. She leaned against the car door, remembering the photo Alia had taken of her in the swimming pool.
Anashia: "Don't stress. She isn't the type of girl who cares about anything. Once she catches someone in her web, she doesn't let go. You're lucky she only grabbed your tie; she could have snatched your whole empire if she wanted to."
The officer remained stunned, staring out into the darkness through the window. Anashia placed a hand on his shoulder and spoke in a low voice
Anashia: "Be careful. Messing with Alia means inviting your own destruction. What Viktor and I saw last night... you couldn't imagine even one percent of it."
In the silence of the night, Anashia's words planted a new fear in the officer's heart. He realized that behind the glittering lights of Seoul, a massive dark game was being played, and he had unwittingly become a part of it. Hearing Anashia's direct and reckless question, the officer froze for a moment. Anashia took a final drag from her cigarette and blew the smoke directly into his face. Her eyes held a spark of mockery and devilish mischief.
Anashia: (Leaning in) "Why are you quiet? I know what you're thinking. Have you gone crazy after seeing Alia's blue eyes and the marks of her nails? Tell me the truth, do you want to do it with her?"
The officer lowered his head like a guilty man. Alia's whisper was still echoing in his ears "Would you like to join me on that journey?" He began to sweat, despite the cool night air.
Officer: (Muttering) "I... I don't know, Anashia. The trance she put me in for that one moment... I've never felt anything like it. But she is Viktor's wife..."
Anashia burst into laughter, clearly enjoying his vulnerability.
Anashia: "Just because she's Viktor's wife, does it mean your desires have died? Listen, getting Alia isn't just about one night; it's playing with fire. If you want to get addicted to her body, go ahead but remember, those red nails that can give you pleasure can also rip your heart out in a split second."
The officer looked out into the darkness again. It felt as if the roar of Alia's Pagani was still echoing above the skyscrapers of Seoul. Anashia laughed and gave him a playful slap on the shoulder.
Anashia: "Don't overthink it. If Alia wants someone, she finds them herself. If you really want it, be ready. Because when Alia hunts, she doesn't give anyone a chance to survive."
Anashia vanished into the darkness, leaving the handsome officer sitting in his car, touching the tie Alia had yanked hours ago. He realized he had already stepped into this game of fire.