INTOXICATED | Illumi Zoldyck

01

YUME

My arm was leaning against the table in front of my vanity mirror as I applied my signature crimson red lipstick on my lips.

"Why are you wearing that? Never mind, there's no time for you to get changed anyway. Let's go," someone barged in.

My mother.

I checked myself out in the mirror as I ruffled my layered shoulder-length, wavy violet hair. I am wearing a silk loose polo, partnered with mid-rise trousers and a tube top as an inner, all in the navy shade of blue. Even my 5-inch criss-cross high strapped heels are in the same shade, navy blue. My skin glows radiantly as if this color was made and invented only just for me.

"Why, what's wrong?" I asked innocently, adding gold jewelry to my outfit.

I slipped the gold leg chain with a 'Y' initial to my right thigh without batting an eye at my mother. It's a double-layered chain. It has the initial 'Y' on the upper, and an origami higanbana pendant on the lower one.  My trouser has a very high slit that can nearly expose my coochie if only I didn't wear my thong, but that's not a problem. Instead, the jewelry I wore beautifully complemented my outfit as I shot another look in the mirror to check myself.

Perfect. Beautiful. Gorgeous.

"You look like you're going to a funeral. Remind you, young lady. We are going to have DINNER at the-"

"Hm? Well, that's because it's better to be dead than to marry a man just for money. But I realized that all of my efforts would simply go to waste if I die, so no dying for me..." I walked past her and headed outside. Midway, I turned sideways and sneered sheepishly, watching her reaction through my peripheral vision. "One more thing. It seems that we're on our way to deliver me to my death. To my grim reaper. So I thought... I might as well come prepared then."

I didn't wait for my mother's response and headed straight to get to my car. I refuse to ride in the same vehicle with my parents. Although Dad didn't say something to me, I can't rely on him to defend me against my mother.

Even my dad isn't capable of taming my mother.

At first, I didn't know why he even married her when my father is such a... good man. But then, it dawned on me that mom just married him because my dad is a surgeon that specializes in the brain, and my mom is a doctor herself at the hospital that SHE owns. 

She's an attending surgeon to be exact.

We even use her surname, not my dad's like a normal family. 

Himari.

The curse of our legacy began with my mother. Her only, and only her.

The one and only Ryuji Himari.

She's oozing with pride and confidence, but that doesn't make her fit for the roles of a mother and a wife.

Hell, she even got my dad to use her last name!

Traditionally, it's the husband's surname that the bride will take, right? But in our case... the groom was the one who took the bride's surname as if it was some kind of trophy.

I was about to start my engine when I thought of rolling my sleeves up to my elbow, but then I decided to just do it later.

"Meh. I can make some excuses later and escape that hell of a dinner," I whispered to myself as my Bugatti La Voiture Noire in matte black, Heige, roared gorgeously, just like how gorgeous the owner is.

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After successfully following my parent's car, we arrived at our destination and parked our cars inside the gate. They made me open it for some kind of 'test' that was ordered by the Zoldycks' grandfather, and I was confused because anyone could've opened that 7-door type of gate. All of the doors automatically moved when I pushed them open, not even beating a sweat.