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In New York, I toured with Charles. We visited the Statue of Liberty, Times Square, and Central Park. We held hands like a couple in love. Alexey was restless. He worried that I might become someone else's lover. He feared that I would abandon him. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot skillet. He paced back and forth in the room, smoking one cigarette after another. He knew he had to get money first. Only with money could he pursue me. He decided to seek help from his deceased wife's father. He knew it was shameless. He knew it was despicable. But he couldn't care less at this point. He took a deep drag of his cigarette and made up his mind— as long as he could get the money, as long as he could pursue me, he was willing to do anything. Deep down, he had only one thought— he wanted me. He desperately wanted me. He would do anything for me.
I met my father after many years.
He not only survived but also made a considerable amount of money in New York through speculation. Unfortunately, he had his testicles removed and lost his reproductive ability. He didn't want his wife to inherit his fortune, so he thought of me.
I walked into the single patient room and saw my father, pale and emaciated, lying on the hospital bed. He was so thin that his skin clung to his bones, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes bulged out like a dying frog.
"You’re here," my father's voice was weak and hoarse. I nodded. He coughed a few times and said, "I know you’ve suffered a lot over the years."
"But back then, I had no choice."
"I couldn't bear to be a low-level employee for my whole life!"
"I had to make something of myself!"
"I had to earn enough money!"
"I had to give you a good life!"
I smiled faintly, "You made money but are reluctant to spend it; what’s the point of earning so much?"
My father’s face turned red, "You don’t understand!"
"When you become a father, you will understand!"
I coldly replied, "I will not become a father; I am not as shameless as you."
My father trembled with anger, "How can you say that about me?"
"I am your biological father!"
I looked at him mockingly, "Now you remember that you are my biological father?"
"When you locked me in the 'Pleasure House' and used me as a hostage to make deals with Yaroslav, did you ever think about being my biological father?"
Gasping for breath, he said, "I... I was wrong."
"I know I mistreated you."
"So I want to make it up to you."
"I have already made a will; after I die, all my inheritance will go to you."
"You can use this money to marry another wealthy person."
"Your beauty and charm are your most valuable assets."
"As long as you know how to use them, you will gain endless wealth."
I laughed heartily, "Thank you for your kindness."
"But I don't need it."
"Your inheritance, you should keep it for yourself."
My father was stunned, "Why?"
"Don't you like money?"
I smiled faintly, "I like money, but I prefer the money I earn myself."
"Your money is too dirty."
"And—"
"I'm not you; I won't make money by selling women."
My father's face turned pale with anger: "You... you..."
I looked at him with disdain: "What about me?"
"Do you think I'm still that little girl who let you control her?"
"You are mistaken."
"I have grown up long ago."
"I am stronger than you now."
I took out a cigarette and lit it.
The nurse frowned, "Miss, smoking is not allowed here."
I smiled faintly, "Sorry, I quit smoking a long time ago."
I dropped the cigarette butt and extinguished it with my foot.
I leaned down and whispered to my father, "Do you know why I quit smoking?"
"Because Yaroslav told me that queens do not smoke."
My father stared at me blankly.
His pupils dilated, and his gaze became vacant.
I knew he was nearing his end.
I straightened my back and said to the nurse, "He is dead."
"You can prepare for the funeral now."
I turned and walked out of the hospital room.
The sun was shining brightly.
I squinted my eyes.
I knew I was free.
My father was dead.
I inherited all of my father's assets.
According to the information provided by the lawyer, my father's properties were spread across the globe: New York, London, Paris, Tokyo, Sydney, Hong Kong...
Each property was worth a fortune.
But what interested me the most was a private island located in Long Island Bay, New York.
On that island stood a magnificent villa.
In the early twentieth century, that villa was famous far and wide.
It was the most renowned place in all of New York—"Pleasure House."
I frowned.
I didn't like the term "Pleasure House."
It made me uncomfortable.
I decided to see it for myself.
I called Charles and Alexey, inviting them to join me.
I needed them.
If things went south, I could use them to my advantage.
They gladly accepted the invitation.
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