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Oblitus Regina [Forgotten Queen]

"There are memories that are meant to be forgotten, in order to protect yourself." --- Naomi Shiba is an eighteen years old, med student. She is from the third richest family who mistreated her. They only see her as a tool and they raised her as a so-called "perfect heiress." How long will she be able to keep up the perfect act? Then there are these people who enter her life and make it more complicated and hellish than it already is. Just like what others say, "Don't judge your life too fast, you haven't seen the whole hell of it." --- "I will never let you go, Naomi. Don't leave me again, my queen. Stay with me, please." - Ares Inverno "Tsk. I will let you have her for now. But let me remind you, SHE IS MINE." - Hephaestus Inverno "My lady, do you hate me that much? Why won't you love me?" - Adonis Caedem "If I ever harm you, then I will leave immediately if it means you'll be safe. I missed you, the only lady of my life." - Elijah Dias "Don't let yourself fall any further. Don't...get hurt. There are people around you who's heart breaks every time you get hurt." - Kyosuke Shinshi "You don't have to be in a relationship to have that special person as your inspiration, she is my inspiration even if she is not yet mine." - Apollo Amano "Stop letting them play with your heart! If I have to hurt you just to save you from further pain, then I will!" - Chase Won P.S. This is not a harem.

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Chapter 25: A Place Full of Doubts

N A O M I

The night after the party, I received a weird phone call. Hearing a robotic voice from the other line, anyone would be weirded out and choose to end the call, but the words the caller said made me stop. I can still remember our conversation, word by word.

"Hello, adopted young lady of the Shiba family." His words starts to make my blood boil, but there is a question playing in my mind. 'How did the caller know?'

"How did you know? And who are you?"

"I'm a friend. I just want to tell you an advice. I just felt pity, that a perfect woman like you, is surrounded by liars." Slowly clenching my fist, I tried to suppress my anger.

"What do you mean?"

"Not everything you see, is the truth, my lady. Find it out yourself. By the way, I am your soulmate. Until the day we meet then!" Those were the last words heard before the call was cut. Out of frustration, I threw my phone towards the trees.

Closing my eyes, I let the cold breeze warm my angry self. Opening them, I slowly look up to the starry sky. A beautiful scene that can calm any storm in my mind.

After receiving that phone call, I activated something I wished I would never need to use. Bugging devices that were hidden inside important things of my friends, and other students. This is invading privacy, but I need reassurance.

It's not like I believe the mysterious caller, who claims to be my soulmate. I just want to be sure, and there's nothing wrong about leaving a small space for doubts.

I heard everything. From Julia and Matthew's to Julia and Chase's conversation. My whole system was filled with mixed emotions. Anger, feeling of betrayal, broken trust, sadness, doubts, but mostly confusion.

Thinking back, the girls seems to know the boys in a romantic way already. But, it was my mistake for assuming that it was only a romantic connection. I never considered the fact that I was connected strongly to them.

Feeling so awful, I called the rose guards. They are my personal assassin organization. Trained as assassins, but they never really killed a person. Their work is to take evidences, threaten a corrupt person, or any dirty works, except for killing.

"Commence operation death, include the five transfer students. Now." Operation death was meant for my friends, if they ever betrayed me. I will pamper them, make them happy, make them feel special, then interrogate, and if needed, I would personally kill them.

"I can't believe, that after six years, you will all betray me." Looking at a group picture of ours, I could hardly recognize my voice. It was cold, yet sad. The empty feeling that always lingers inside me, starts to grow and consume me.

Someone save me.

Leaving for my secret house, I went to a hidden house in the middle of the forest. It was just a small two-story house. A balcony on the second floor, and a door on the first floor. There are no windows in the first floor, and everything was painted black.

Entering the house, the familiar black living room greeted me. The place was air conditioned, and the lights were dim. A gray sofa was positioned right in front of the television, a small black table in the middle.

There are two gray doors on each side of the room, and in the middle was the stairs to the second floor. On the right side was the kitchen and dining room, and on the other side is the bathroom.

There are no furniture or any paintings here. As I climb the empty black stairs, a feeling of excitement filled me. The second floor is my bedroom. It was a long time since I last visited here.

The black roses immediately greeted me as I arrived. Everything was also black, and the lights were dim. On the corner was my queen sized bed, and beside it was my table. Near the foot of the bed was a bookshelf painted in black.

On the other corner, was my closet and drawers. Beside them is a makeup table. I then smirked to myself, time to get ready for another funeral.

After several hours, I finally finished preparing.

My beautiful long wavy white hair was perfectly set behind my back, while the side bangs covered the right half of my face. I'm wearing a light makeup, emphasizing my pale skin, perfectly shaped eyebrows, and lips tainted with black.

I wore a black crop top with three chains hanging on it, just above the chest. She paired it with black laced skirt, as the back hem reaches the ground, and a black platform boots with chains hanging around it.

I packed all of my necessities inside a black bag that can be a handbag, backpack, or sling bag. Including a black pistol with a rose on it, and a black dagger with rose thorn design. Before leaving, I wore a black coat the reaches down to my knees.

Going to the side of the house after locking it, I found my black motorbike. Driving it back to the school, everyone's eyes settled on me, and gossips followed. Ignoring them, I went straight to my hideout. Feeling mixed emotions, I tried to keep my cold mask and face them straight.

Everyone greeted me as I arrived. They all seemed especially hot, sexy, and perfect today. Of course. This is my gift before I interrogate, torture and kill them.

Looking at each one of them, I smiled.

"How is it? Did you love my gift? Oh, I'm sure you do! I prepared everything especially for each one of you!" I exclaimed, trying to suppress my overflowing emotions.

All of their faces shows confusion. That's the same face I have, when I found out that they were lying to me for a long time.

'Who am I? Who are you? Why do you know each other? What did you do to me? What happened in the past? Do I really have amnesia? How the hell did things happened? Who are you to me? What am I to you? What is the truth?' Those were some of the questions bothering my chaotic mind.

No one responded, making me smirk.

"Don't worry, you won't die. Yet. I still have another plan to be executed, since we are all complete here, and the classes haven't started yet."

A member of the rose guards arrived, and went to my direction, then bowed.

"Lady Death, the targets are in position, the trap was complete,' she reported.

"Execute Operation Manipulate, last part."