CHAPTER TWO - wiped off the face of the earth and onto the face of county jail 

CHAPTER TWO - wiped off the face of the earth and onto the face of county jail 

I squeezed my eyes shut. Hell no! Why do I always have such bad luck?! Is the world making fun of me? Or perhaps this universe? I thought this would be easy because of my fancy nails! Why was I so wrong?! This was Amaria, like I had guessed, daughter of a Duke. But the daughter of the tyrant duke and lord of the underworld/black market, Duke Euriop. When she was 12, she killed him with poison and took the seat herself, running the black market with an iron hand while deceiving everyone else since she hijacked her way into the royal family and pretended to be royalty. Ha?! I can't even remember what the name of the prince is, much less Hijack my way in! When I looked at her, I thought, "Girlboss! Slay! Go you!" But I was supposed to impersonate her? Oh hell naw. I was running away to join a circus or something. I even know how to juggle and play poker. 

Amaria, a criminal genius who had undoubtedly joined the angels on their dumb conquest and reveled in everyone else's suffering. I slammed my head on the desk, knocking over multiple vials of makeup. One more time. Bottled fell to the floor. 

"You know what. This year is already so unexplainably screwed up. Let's just screw this run and live for ourselves. I have an entire year before I get forcefully rejected out of this existence and become someone new, so I can just take a vacation." I said, to myself, flopping back onto the bed and rubbing my forehead. Even though Amaria was a crime lord, she had the greatest taste in blankets ever. I was almost sinking.

After an hour of staring at the ceiling and furiously wracking my brain, the first thing that became immediate was that, to reach my current life goal, which was to destroy this empire, I had to carry out the entire crime lord thing and bring the economy to its knees, and while every single idiot here suffered, in the end, when the year was up, I'd turn myself into the other empire and spend the last day in prison before saying goodbye. 

Context? I reincarnate in a different person every year, and when I do, that person dies, and the number on my neck goes up by one. I hate this empire with a burning passion because, in my first life, and all the ones after that, it was the cause of all my problems. So, I'm on a quest to make sure this place ends u in ashes every year. Also, when I reincarnate, I go back in time to one year before, which means I have everything that'll happen memorized since I've technically been alive for over 300 years by now. And I can use that to my advantage, I bet. 

But more importantly- I was 90% sure that I wouldn't survive a month of crime lord. I bet Amaria had to deal with all sorts of annoying assassinations. Not to mention the cops. I had enough trouble with parking tickets back in the day, I'd hyperventilate if the cops were outright chasing me down. "Let's see. Do I just tell everyone to piss off?" I said, looking at the once again diary. Nothing helpful, just depressing thoughts. Not so girlboss???? But, to be fair, I wouldn't write my illegal activities in a diary anyway. But if I did, it would be hidden somewhere. "Amaria, dear, why couldn't you just be some idiotic, stupid flowerwall? It would have been so much easier to be like you." I sighed, fingers tracing the stitching of the sheets. This is boring. Why can't anything interesting ever happen- I thought, but suddenly a knock sounded on the door. Oh? 

"Come in," I said in my best villain voice, not looking up, but my hopes were soaring. Save me from this boredom! 

As the door creaked open, I glanced up. My mouth fell open for a minute, but I quickly closed it and went back to reading. Oh, I remembered his name now. Noa. The prince of the royal family that Amaria had wriggled her way into, also the prince of the empire I was going to destroy. 

Flaming red hair, dark cobalt blue eyes, and tan. Not only did this guy win the genetic lottery, but Amaria won the lottery for being next to someone like this too! But this lottery winner in question was frowning deeply. 

"Amaria. Can you talk for a minute?"