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Alexey stood on the top deck of the cruise ship. He gazed out at the distant sea view, feeling heavy-hearted. He heard loud laughter coming from nearby and turned to look—there I was. He was stunned, staring at me. I was playing in the luxurious pool with a group of girls. I wore a modest one-piece swimsuit, draped in a sun shirt. Yet, I was still the most eye-catching one. My skin was smooth and shiny like seal skin. I laughed heartily, frolicking with the other girls. I deliberately lifted my sun shirt, revealing my long, beautiful legs. I was tempting him. I was seducing him. He thought painfully and anxiously. His gaze fell on Yulia. Yulia sat by the edge of the pool, her legs dipped in the water. She was watching me. Her eyes showed infatuation and admiration. I knew what she was thinking. She wanted to get in the water and play with me. She wanted to touch me. But she didn't dare. She was afraid I would get angry. I waved at her, and she excitedly ran over. "Darling, can I play with you?" she asked, looking at me with anticipation. I shook my head: "No." She froze, confusion and sadness evident on her face. "Why?" "Shirley, don't you like me anymore?"
I smiled meaningfully and said, "Yulia, my feelings for you have faded."
"I no longer love you."
Her face turned pale as she staggered back a few steps.
"Shirley, you... you're joking, right?"
I shook my head. "I'm not joking."
"Yulia, you need to learn to be independent."
"You can't always rely on me."
She covered her face and ran away in tears.
She left my room and headed to the bar alone.
I knew she wanted to numb her heartbreak with alcohol.
But I also knew that what she needed wasn't alcohol.
She needed growth.
She needed to learn to face this world independently.
She needed to learn to be strong.
I knew she could do it.
Because she is—
My creation.
At the bar, she sat in the corner, drinking one glass after another.
Her cheeks flushed, her gaze unfocused.
A Russian man sat next to her, flirtatiously patting her shoulder: "Miss, are you alone?"
She glanced at him but said nothing.
The man grew bolder, wrapping his arm around her waist: "Miss, let's have a drink together."
She suddenly stood up and pushed him away: "Don't touch me!"
The man fell to the ground, his glass shattering.
He cursed as he got up, raising his hand: "Bitch, do you dare hit me?"
However, the slap never came down.
Yulia grabbed his wrist.
She looked at him coldly: "I'm not a bitch."
"And you are just a useless waste."
With all her strength, she pushed him away.
The man crashed into the table, and the bottle shattered into pieces.
He was in a terrible state, shouting angrily, "Crazy person, you crazy person!"
Yulia ignored him and picked up her bag to leave.
She walked into the dance floor and started dancing to the music.
She danced beautifully.
Her movements were graceful, and her steps were skilled.
Many partners surrounded her.
She enjoyed their gazes.
She knew she was beautiful.
She knew she had charm.
Even when drunk, she remained the center of attention on stage.
She danced and twirled around.
She laughed and sang.
She radiated youth and beauty.
She felt someone watching her.
Turning her head, she saw an American standing not far away.
He was watching her with great interest.
She met his gaze fearlessly.
She knew she could protect herself.
She knew she was no longer the timid girl she used to be.
The American walked over and politely bowed.
"Beautiful lady, may I ask you to dance?"
Yulia looked at him coldly, "No."
The American shrugged, "Don't be so cold."
"I just want to get to know you."
Yulia interrupted him, "I don't want to know you."
"Please stay away from me."
The American leaned in with a grin, "Don't be so serious."
"I just want to have some fun with you."
Yulia frowned in disgust, "Fun?"
The American nodded, "Yeah, fun."
"We're all here to have a good time."
"It's boring to be alone; let me keep you company."
Yulia said coldly, "I don't want to play with you."
"Please have some self-respect."
American scoffed, "What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for?"
"I've seen plenty of girls like you."
"On the surface, you act all serious, but in reality, you've already been played out."
Yulia shouted angrily, "Shut up!"
"Get lost right now!"
American's expression changed, "You filthy bitch, how dare you insult me?"
Yulia looked at him with disdain, "People like you only bully women."
"You don't even count as a man."
American glared at her, "Just wait!"
Yulia ignored him and turned to leave.
As she reached the bar entrance, she was stopped by the security guard.
The guard asked with concern, "Miss, are you okay?"
Yulia shook her head, "I'm fine."
"That guy... he didn't do anything to you, did he?"
Yulia smiled, "No."
"He wouldn't dare do anything to me."
"Because I'm not alone."
"I have friends."
"They're stronger than me, smarter than me."
"They will protect me."
"So I'm not afraid of anything."
The guard looked at Yulia with admiration and stepped aside.
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