Jasmine was peacefully enjoying her ice cream , watching the world go by. But her peace was short-lived. Suddenly, around the corner, a fleet of twenty luxury sports cars and SUVs roared into view. The entire area trembled under the thunder of their engines.
In the center of the convoy was a regal Rolls-Royce. The cars swerved and stopped in a perfect circle right in front of Jasmine. Bystanders froze in awe and fear.
As the rear door of the Rolls-Royce opened, Jasmine nearly dropped her ice cream. Out stepped a young woman with the grace of a queen—dressed in high-end designer wear, sporting dark sunglasses. It was none other than Jasmine's cousin, Alia.
Jasmine was stunned. She knew Alia was influential, but seeing her arrive with such a massive, high-profile entourage was beyond anything she had imagined.
Alia lowered her shades slightly and gave a smirk filled with pride and nobility. She walked toward Jasmine and teased, "So, Jasmine, still eating ice cream? Do you have any idea that Dmitri is planning to set the city on fire just to find you?"
Jasmine wondered if her cousin knew about Dmitri's true identity and the deep secrets of their lineages. Alia's sudden appearance clearly carried a deeper meaning.
The Billionaire's Pride
Jasmine finished her ice cream and looked at Alia with a worried expression. "Sister, you know bringing twenty cars like this isn't good. It draws too much attention! You should be more discreet."
Alia burst into a fit of laughter, finding Jasmine's innocence amusing. "Are you crazy? Sister, I'm a billionaire now! Does it suit me to walk around like an ordinary person? And listen, your brother-in-law Victor is completely obsessed with me. He won't let me out of his sight for even a second. Just pray for him so that he stays happy in his madness for my love."
Jasmine joined in the humor, smiling playfully. "Pray? You're already doing so well! With all this power, these cars, and a man like Victor who adores you—you should be giving us treats instead of asking for prayers!"
Alia laughed and playfully pulled Jasmine's ear. "You haven't changed a bit. But remember, Victor's bloodline and our Alia bloodline—we are not ordinary. Stay alert, because Dmitri is not a man who gives up easily."
The Departure and the Royal Bath
With a final pat on Jasmine's shoulder, Alia put her sunglasses back on and headed to her Rolls-Royce. "Stay safe, Jasmine. Never forget whose blood runs in your veins. See you soon."
The heavy door closed, and the convoy roared back to life, leaving a cloud of dust behind. Jasmine stood alone, realizing her life was about to become even more dangerous than Alia's fairy tale.
Returning to her palatial home, the guards bowed their heads in respect. Jasmine went straight to her suite, exhausted from the day's drama. She rang the bell, and her head maid entered.
Following the royal tradition of their lineage, the maid prepared a bath with scented oils and rose petals. As Jasmine stood by the tub, the maid carefully undressed her and began to bathe her. This was Jasmine's daily ritual; the nobility of Alia's clan meant every task was handled by servants.
As the maid lathered her skin with fragrant soap and shampooed her hair, Jasmine closed her eyes, thinking of Dmitri. Even the cool water couldn't wash away the words from his note: "I want your child."
Jasmine smiled a dark, secret smile. "Dmitri," she thought, "you have no idea how hard it is to catch me. The same hands that bathe me today might be the ones that sow the seeds of your destruction."
Stepping out in a silk towel, she looked at her reflection—a destructive beauty ready to play a deadly game with Dmitri.The Black Queen's Trap
After her royal bath, Jasmine emerged with a mysterious glow. Standing before the mirror, she pulled a specific outfit from her wardrobe—the thin, black mesh butterfly nightdress. As she slipped it on, the butterfly-wing design on the front accentuated her noble elegance. Paired with her signature necklace, she looked like a "Black Queen" of the underworld.
She knew Dmitri would try to find her tonight. Jasmine had prepared herself so that the moment he saw her, his threats would melt away, leaving him trapped in her web of beauty. Touching the edge of her dress, she whispered to herself, "Dmitri, you dream of making me a mother? Tonight, you'll realize this butterfly doesn't just flutter; it knows how to catch its prey with a lethal grace."
The Silent Night
Jasmine reclined on her bed, bathed in soft blue light. She held an old, mysterious book, pretending to be absorbed in its pages. Every nerve was atuned to the world outside—the chirping of crickets and the whistling wind. Suddenly, the window curtain fluttered.
Jasmine didn't look up. Instead, a familiar smirk played on her lips as she turned a page. "Dmitri, your time has come," she thought. She eventually closed her eyes, placing the book on her chest to mimic deep sleep. As a descendant of Alia and Victor, she knew exactly how to lure a predator into a cage.
An Unexpected Vulnerability
However, the exhaustion of the day took its toll. Jasmine, dressed in her stunning butterfly gown, actually drifted into a deep, genuine sleep. The fierce woman who had been plotting a trap now looked incredibly innocent under the blue moonlight.
At that moment, the heavy curtains parted silently. Dmitri Victor stepped cautiously into the room. He had expected an ambush, but what he saw made him freeze.
He stood by the bedside, his heart racing at the sight of her. The sharp, fiery Jasmine was gone, replaced by a hauntingly beautiful stillness. Dmitri leaned down, whispering, "You look like an angel when you sleep, Jasmine. But you have no idea what a man like Dmitri can do with an opportunity like this."
He gently slid the book from her chest. Jasmine stirred slightly but remained lost in sleep. Dmitri reached out to touch her forehead but hesitated. Was finding a daughter of the Alia line this vulnerable a stroke of luck, or was it the start of a much greater danger?