It was 2:00 AM. The entire city was draped in silence, but on the Korean-style rooftop of the palace, a mysterious atmosphere loomed. The moon was hidden behind the clouds, as if waiting to witness a scene of total destruction.
Alia stood by the railing. She was wearing a thin net dress that clung to her body in the cold night breeze. Her long hair was spread across her shoulders. In one hand, she held a thick, expensive cigarette.
From behind, a tall bodyguard stepped forward silently. With a respectful bow, he produced a golden lighter and lit her cigarette. Alia took a long, deep drag and slowly blew out the smoke. The gray mist swirled into the night air, creating an eerie haze. There were no tears in her eyes tonight—only a freezing, calculated vengeance.
Suddenly, Alia raised her hand toward the sky and gave a subtle signal.
In that exact moment, a deafening explosion ripped through the silence from behind! Within the blink of an eye, the surrounding luxury buildings were engulfed in roaring flames. The tongues of fire turned the dark sky a blood-red hue. The structures that once symbolized power and status were now crumbling into piles of ash. Alia watched the inferno, calmly taking another puff of her cigarette.
Just then, a thunderous roar echoed from above. A black helicopter descended from the clouds. The intense wind from the helicopter's blades sent Alia's hair flying wildly in the air. Her thin net dress fluttered violently in the wind, making her look like an invincible queen amidst the wreckage.
As Anashia and Viktor's empire burned to the ground below, Alia looked up and let out a cruel, cold smile. A rope ladder was lowered from the helicopter.
Alia tossed the cigarette into the fire and stepped toward the ladder. From this moment on, the game had completely changed. The woman whom the Dragon Lord and the Mafia Lord had viewed as a mere object of desire had just set their world on fire, departing to build an empire of her own.Back in the luxury drawing room of the palace, the atmosphere was suffocating. Viktor and Anashia sat side by side on the sofa, their eyes glued to the breaking news on the TV. The screen displayed nothing but raging flames and absolute destruction.
The news anchor shouted breathlessly— "Massive inferno in the heart of the Korean city! One luxury building after another is crumbling to ash. Fire services report that the fire is completely out of control. The city's sky is shrouded in thick, black smoke."
Viktor held a glass of liquor, but as he stared at the news, his hand began to tremble. He whispered in a low, choked voice:
Viktor: "This is impossible! This city was in our palm. Everything can't just end in one night!"
Anashia sat there stunned, staring at the screen. His arrogant face was now pale. He realized that this fire wasn't just burning buildings; it was incinerating the very foundation of their power.
Anashia: (In disbelief) "The pattern of these explosions... this isn't an accident. Someone has struck us. But who?"
Just then, Viktor's phone buzzed with a message. He picked it up and read— "The wounds you gave me are now burning your world."
They both looked up toward the upper floor in shock. There was a profound silence. They realized they had made a grave mistake in underestimating Alia. As they scrambled to run toward the roof, they heard the fading sound of a helicopter flying away.
Outside, the Korean city was burning like hell, and inside, the two powerful lords realized they had lost everything. Alia hadn't just played with their bodies; she had played a perfect, lethal game with their entire empire.The helicopter landed on a secure runway. Amidst the deafening roar of the engine and the intense gusts of wind, the door swung open. Alia stepped down slowly. The tall bodyguard respectfully held her hand, assisting her as she descended. Alia's face now held a different kind of sophistication and hardness.
At that moment, Viktor appeared. The previous arrogance and rage were gone from his eyes; there was only a strange sense of surrender and fascination. He came and stood before Alia, bowing his head. Viktor realized that Alia wasn't just a symbol of beauty—she possessed the power to destroy.
With great reverence, Viktor took Alia's hand in his and gently kissed it. His voice was filled with a deep sense of devotion.
Viktor: (In a deep voice) "I misjudged you, Alia. Today you proved that you are no one's property; rather, you are the decider of everyone's fate. My Queen... Mafia Queen... you are our only God Mother."
Alia did not pull her hand away. She stared at Viktor with cold, steady eyes. The flames were still burning somewhere in the distance, casting a mysterious glow on her pale face. She was no longer the victimized girl anyone could use at will. From today, the keys to this underworld were in her hands.
The bodyguards stood in a line, saluting her. Viktor made a move to kneel, as if pledging his loyalty to his new Queen. Alia simply gazed forward, her eyes fixed on the ambition of building a new empire.Alia stared fixedly into Viktor's eyes. The coldness in her gaze instantly turned as hot as fire. She grabbed Viktor by his collar, pulled him toward her, and gave him a long, deep kiss on the lips right in front of everyone. This kiss wasn't about love; it was a supreme display of power.
After the kiss, Alia whispered into Viktor's ear, "From now on, I am the owner of this empire." Then, looking at her trusted bodyguard standing nearby, she gave a subtle signal with her eyes. At that sign, the bodyguards immediately prepared for a new command.
Anashia was standing a short distance away. Seeing Alia's transformation and this special intimacy toward Viktor, a fire of jealousy erupted in his chest. He clenched his fists tight. The sense of entitlement he had over Alia had now turned into a bitter insult. Anashia: (Extremely jealous and angry) "Alia! Have you forgotten about last night and this morning? What did that Viktor ever give you? And yet today, you're letting him crown you as you mafia girl and ভিক্টর mafia lord I have a share in this empire too; you can't just belong to him!"
Alia didn't even look back at Anashia. Resting her hand on Viktor's shoulder, she began to walk forward with the pride of a new Queen. Anashia stood there, burning in his own helplessness and jealousy. He realized that Alia hadn't just drawn Viktor close today; she had cast Anashia out of her life in a single stroke. There was a bloodshot glow in Anashia's eyes. Blinded by insult and jealousy, he had lost all sense of reason. Alia's neglect and her intimacy with Viktor had struck a severe blow to his pride. He shouted out in front of everyone.
Anashia: (In intense rage) "You've grown too bold, haven't you, Alia? Do you think you're safe under Viktor's shadow? Remember, half the power of this empire is still in my hands! I will deal with you... I'll deal with you tonight! Tonight, I'll show you exactly what Anashia the Dragon Lord is capable of!"
Hearing this threat, the bodyguards grew alert. Viktor let out a mocking laugh at Anashia, as if enjoying his helpless outburst.
But Alia remained calm. She slowly turned around and looked directly into Anashia's eyes. A death warrant seemed hidden in her mysterious smile.
Alia: (In a very steady voice) "Tonight? Do you even have until tonight, Anashia? A Lord of an empire that I can burn to ashes with a single signal has no power to threaten me."
Alia signaled her bodyguard again. Anashia tried to storm off in a rage, but he didn't realize that the plan Alia had laid for tonight held no victory for him
only a terrifying downfall.
As the wind from the helicopter blades continued to toss Alia's net dress, Anashia's threat of "dealing with her" faded into the night like a bitter joke. Alia knew very well that Anashia and Viktor were two sides of the same coin. Even if Anashia seemed calm, when provoked, he became even more dangerous than Viktor. Unable to bear Alia's rejection, Anashia had now become like a frenzied beast.
While standing by the railing, Anashia violently grabbed a young maid passing by and pulled her toward him. The girl cowered in fear, but Anashia's eyes held nothing but the fire of vengeance.
Anashia: (Gritting his teeth) "Alia rejected me? She thinks she's so high and mighty? Fine. Tonight, I will take this burning rage out on you. I will start my revenge with you tonight!"
Griping the maid's arm firmly, Anashia began dragging her toward his room. The girl burst into tears, pleading for mercy, but Anashia could only hear the echo of Alia's mocking laughter in his ears.
Alia watched this scene from a distance. She knew that since Anashia couldn't vent his rage on her, he was making someone else a scapegoat. There was no pity in Alia's eyes; instead, her gaze grew even colder. She realized that as long as these two lords weren't removed from this world, the innocent people in this palace would never sleep in peace.
Alia looked at her bodyguard and whispered, "Let Anashia play his final game. Tonight will be his last night."
As Anashia slammed his bedroom door shut with the maid inside, a bone-chilling silence descended upon the palace corridor. Alia knew that this blind rage was exactly what was dragging Anashia toward his own destruction. When Viktor saw Anashia dragging the maid away in a fit of rage, a strange sense of regret washed over him. Perhaps out of fear of losing Alia, he had become unusually soft. He looked at Anashia and spoke in a serious tone:
Viktor: "Anashia, let the girl go. She's innocent. There's no point in hurting her; she's actually a very good girl. It doesn't suit a Lord to vent his anger on someone else."
Alia stood there, watching Viktor's display of 'humanity.' She knew this 'good guy' persona was just a mask. Her own internal wounds were still burning. Hearing Viktor's words, a hint of tears welled up in Alia's eyes, but she refused to let them show as weakness.
She looked at Viktor and said in a cold voice:
Alia: "Who is good and who is bad—I don't know anymore, Viktor. The word 'good' has no existence in this palace."
Alia didn't stay there for another second. To hide her tears, she turned quickly and walked back to her room down the carpeted corridor. Her thin net dress trailed along the floor, and every step she took was part of a new plan.
Once inside her room, she locked the door. Outside, the conflict between Viktor and Anashia continued, but Alia knew the time had come to pit the two lords against each other. Standing before the mirror, she wiped her damp eyes. No one would be "good" tonight not Anashia, and not Viktor.