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Part 89

Recap

There, not only did she find the post, but she also created a queen who reunited with her family, including her dad, brother, and the entire team. It was love that created the queen.

Sure, let's go to the Queen's house in Bangkok. Who knows? Maybe we'll find out who the Queen is, and her name, and get a chance to meet her family.

I understand that this chapter is longer than the others, and I'm here to assist you with it.

---------Bangkok & Queen---------------

In the heart of the bustling city of Bangkok, a young woman embarked on a journey fueled by a burning desire for revenge. Her name was Isabell, and her life had been marred by a painful past that left her with a thirst for power. She believed that only through power could she right the wrongs that had been done to her.

As she delved deeper into the chaotic streets of Bangkok, Isabell stumbled upon an enigmatic and powerful position. This role not only granted her the authority she craved but also awakened a hidden strength within her—a dormant queen who had been waiting for the right moment to emerge.

But as Isabell embraced her newfound power and assumed the role of a queen, she found something unexpected—a love she had never anticipated. It was in the eyes of her loyal teammate, a brother in arms who had stood by her side through thick and thin. Their love blossomed amidst the chaos, and they became an unstoppable force, a formidable team driven by their shared passion and commitment.

However, the path of revenge is treacherous, and it takes a heavy toll. After days of triumphs and conquests, Isabell found herself facing an agonizing choice. She had to leave behind everything and everyone she loved to fulfill her mission.

Her beloved stood alone in his room, locked away from the world, a prisoner of his own grief and longing. Queen's heart ached as she realized the pain she was causing him, but the pull of revenge was too strong to resist.

Tears streamed down her face as she departed, leaving a trail of sorrow in her wake. The sacrifices she made, the love she left behind, and the emotions left unspoken weighed heavily on her soul. And in that moment, Isabella understood the true cost of her quest for power and revenge.

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The entire room was shrouded in darkness, and broken glass was scattered all over the floor. He had locked himself in his own room, holding a picture in his hands. In the picture, he was alongside someone else, and both of them looked incredibly happy, as if they were gazing into each other's souls as if they were meant for each other. They were both smiling, holding each other in a warm embrace, feeding each other ice cream, and looking deep into each other's eyes. The person looking at this picture had tears welling up in their eyes, but they weren't crying, and they weren't saying anything either. They just continued to stare at the photo without blinking.
He had locked himself in his room for nearly two years ever since he learned that the person he had been eagerly waiting for, the one who had promised to return as soon as his problems were resolved and he had found answers to all his questions, had passed away.

But she never returned, and his phone never rang. He held onto that one hope, that perhaps this whole thing was a lie, and that she would eventually come back to him, saying, "Look, I've returned. I told you; I always keep my promises."

But now, even that hope is fading away. Slowly but surely, all hope was diminishing, and there seemed to be no way for her to return. It felt as if she had vanished from this world entirely. Yet, there was still one lingering hope: the hope that perhaps she might come back. Who knew if her problems had become more significant, causing delays? Who knew if she still hadn't found the answers to all her questions? These thoughts were constantly on his mind, and this was the sole thread that kept him going.