My mystery queen

The beginning

**Chapter One: The Beginning of the End**

Amira Ansaldo, The weight of my name was equivalent to its meaning: princess. That was who I was. That was the life I lived. With a dad who owned the biggest automaker company in NYC, servants at my service, a huge allowance, closets filled with clothes I only wore once, and cars of different brands—including the latest model produced by our company, which I was the first to own—my life was a bed of roses.

Those who said money couldn’t solve all your problems must not have had enough to solve them. There was nothing I didn’t have at the snap of my fingers. Even though Father was never home, Mum and I never complained. Cause I’d rather have a father who was rich and absent than one who was present but pathetic and poor. Let’s face it—who doesn’t want to cry in a private jet?.

My life was going great, with endless parties, and prom just around the corner. My grades weren’t the best, but guess who’s buying her way into the most prestigious college? Yeah, that’s me—not those poor, unfortunate kids burning the midnight oil just to get an “A” and still ending up on scholarships only possible because of rich people like us, who give handouts to the poor and hungry. If there was one thing I hated more than anything in the world, it was poor people—and the word “no.”

Now, some would say I’m just a proud b***h, but I didn’t harbour such hatred towards people who couldn’t afford the basic needs of life until last year. That’s when Mum caught Dad in bed with Kara, one of our cooks—the same b***h Mum literally trusted with her life. These two were so close that I often got jealous, fully aware Mum and I could never share such a close relationship.

Mum would often ask me to get along with Kara’s annoying daughter, Dahlia, and tease that we could be just as close as she and Kara were. What she didn’t know was that Kara was banging her f*****g husband. From there, the differences became clearer. When Mum asked Kara to leave, Dad refused. Mum filed for divorce and left me alone with Dad and his w***e. She became depressed and committed suicide, all because we chose to have sympathy for those derelict people.

That was it. I realised there are only two types of people in this world: the ones who are meant to be kings and the ones who are meant to be slaves. This was how the world was built, but when things go out of balance, everything is destroyed—just like what happened in my case. From there on, everything began to go wrong in my life. Their illicit relationship became public knowledge, splashed across the news. Dahlia started attending the same school as me, and my boyfriend broke up with me.

I tossed and turned in my king-sized bed, getting pissed off by the ringing sound I heard downstairs. It was the alarm signifying it was time for breakfast. That’s how it is here—there’s a time for literally everything, as Dad is obsessed with order. I groaned, trying to lift myself from the heavenly bed, as a brain-damaging headache washed over me, reminding me of my reckless decision to drown myself in alcohol last night. I rolled out of bed, pressing both hands to my temples, hoping it would soothe the headache, but it was the same, if not worse.

My eyes finally fell on my reflection, and I flinched at the sight in front of me. I looked like I’d rolled out of a f*****g horror movie. My auburn strands were all frizzy and in my face, making me look like the butt of a freaking skunk. I had eye bags and dark circles that gave me the signature Conjuring look. Craving some chilled water in this horrible weather, I stumbled down the stairs like a drunkard, as the little chitchat I heard upon entering the kitchen abruptly stopped.

"Mistress!" one of the servants said, staring at me in horror.

I yawned, my eyes still sleepy, as I stared at her unfazed, blinking before turning to my business.

"Where is the juice? Have you prepared it? Bring it to the dining room!" I heard that familiar voice I hated so much scream orders. She walked into the kitchen, her cheap perfume engulfing the environment.

"Oh, Amira, you're awake! I was coming to get you," she said in that sweet voice that made my skin crawl.

The grip around the water bottle I held tightened as my gaze finally fell on her. I said nothing. I just dropped the bottle aggressively on the counter, making all the servants around me flinch. She furrowed her brows, coming closer to me, making me take a step back.

"Are you alright, dear? Baby, you look horrible," she said, her face squeezed up in worry, but I couldn’t help but feel mocked by her concern. Who the f**k did she think she was, calling me by my name? She used to call me Mistress, and her gaze would be on the floor when speaking to me. But now that she’s got my dad’s d**k in her mouth, she’s grown guts. I snickered, glaring at her.

"I have a bad headache, so just f**k off," I snapped.

She gasped, placing her hands over her mouth, her eyes turning teary. I cringed in disgust, already irritated. This was her tactic—the tears, playing damsel in distress so Dad could save her all the time. I rolled my eyes, about to leave, when she gripped my wrist.

"Look, I know you don’t like me, but please be nice to me," she pleaded, making me scoff. At this point, all the servants were staring at us.

I removed her hand from mine. "Be nice? Okay, how about stepping back and letting me breathe, because your cheap perfume is choking me? And stop trying to act all nice around me, okay?" I said, her gaze dropping to the ground along with her tears.

"What is happening here?" Dahlia asked softly, entering the kitchen, her gaze roaming around before settling on me.

"Mother?" she asked.

I snorted. "Tell your pathetic mother to stay away from me and stop trying to win me over with her talentless acting. It only works on my father, and I am most certainly not him. Also, Kara, stop trying to play madam of this house like my mum. Your specialty is only in riding old men’s c***s, so stick to it " I said

" Amira! "I heard a deep voice growl, my gaze moved from kara who was already melting away with sobs and stayed on my father who was red from anger

" great it seems we are having a family f*****g gathering in the kitchen! "I yelled back

" Amira sis don't speak like that" dahlia that dumb b***h finally decided to speak to me. I clenched my fist my anger boiling over

"what the f**k did you just call me!" I screamed walking up to her, I grabbed the bottle of water that was on the table and threw it at her face as everyone gasped.

"I drank a lot last night but you seem to be the drunk one this morning cause I am not your sister!, I will never be! b***h lay claim to something else you are worthy of having!" I said glaring as I felt a slap across my cheeks I raised my head to see father standing right in front of me covering her, his face red and vein literally popping from his skull

" How did you turn out like this I am deeply ashamed to call you my daughter! "he scolded his words stinging me like a bee, I gave a dry laugh crossing my arms across my chest

" The same way you should have been ashamed of yourself when I and mom caught you butt naked banging your f*****g cook! One year ago! "I yelled back, his eyes widened in shocked as his mouth fell open, his eyes became red rimmed but I felt good I wanted to see him cry, to feel the pain I feel, I want every single one of them to pay for killing my mom

" Just what does she have that mom didn't, what is so good about this wretch. Mom trusted you!."he closed his eyes shut as tears rolled down his cheeks. This was the first time I have seen such a strong man like my dad cry and honestly I felt better

" You don't understand "his voice cracked under the weight of his emotions

" I don't know how long I and your dad will apologise to you, what do I do to make you believe that I am sorry"kara cried out her face red, I clenched my fist angry this was what made me more furious. her acting like the victim when my mom is. She loved to make things all about herself oh am hurting, oh your hurting me!. I smirked now facing her

"Just leave this house and kill yourself, even if you do these things I would still loath you forever cause you ruined a happy family!" I said as I felt my eyes tear up, she shakes her head in disapproval crying even more as dad held her

"Amira, what we did was wrong but it is said that all is fair in love and war. What we did was out of unbreakable love and desire for one another. When you finally fall in love you will understand" he said softly as my eyes widened in shock every fiber of my being fighting to not explode with anger

"I will never accept your relationship," I said dryly about to leave when his words stopped me

"we are getting married" he simply stated walking out of the kitchen along with her and his new daughter. I froze in my spot for a solid five minutes unsure of what I heard before going over to scatter everything in the kitchen from the newly prepared food, to the once in the fridge, and the untesils on the shelf and counter. They decided to ruin my day, I will ruin their breakfast and entire life.

"uhhh what a horrible Saturday" I murmured leaving the kitchen.