My Yandere Empress

Chapter 2: Ch 2: Ode to Earth, Welcome Death

Death is a very unpleasant event, both for the person and the people around him.

It strikes when you probably never expected it to or sometimes it lingers around you, leaving everyone with an uncertainty as to when it would strike you.

’For me, it has always been my companion from ever since I could remember.’ Enzo added as he completed signing yet another document, closing the file with the finality of a judge delivering a verdict.

His eyes flickered to the computer screen, the only source of light in his dark office. Not because he didn’t have lights but because he just liked it that way.

The darkness of the night, the breeze sweeping through the open door of his balcony - this was where he truly enjoyed being while enjoying the solitude of a peaceful night.

Suddenly, a notification appeared. His eyes instantly moved towards it.

Rise of the Untamed Barbarian has updated two Chapters.

His breath hitched, excitement and anticipation flowing inside him.

His hands moved towards the mouse. ’Finally, volume 2 begins. I can now--’

Thumph

His heart skipped a beat. His hands paused and vibration ran through him. But then just as quickly, everything returned back to normal.

Enzo frowned slightly but then released the breath he had been momentarily holding back. He then lifted the back of his sleeves and wiped the sudden gush of sweat that had appeared on his forehead.

"This is getting dangerous." He muttered under his breath as he thought of his disease with anxiety on his face.

The problem with this disease was that nobody could identify what he was exactly suffering from. Even the best of the doctors had given up after treating him for months.

Whatever this disease was, it was affecting and lowering his immunity system every single day. Even a simple flu could turn out to be pneumonia in his case.

Initially, it was suspected he might have somehow contracted AIDs, the implication clear in a few of the eyes.

’Oh please, you shouldn’t look at a virgin with those accusing eyes.’ Everytime, he had rolled his eyes while sneering inwardly.

But good for him, the results came negative.

However that brought another bad news: what was he suffering from then?

No known disease or condition matched with his.

Unsuccessful treatments showed their results in the next few years in the form of a deteriorating body.

Some doctors had attributed the cause to his malnourished childhood, others to some hidden causes but nobody could ever pinpoint it with surety in their voices.

And when Enzo realised that all hope was lost, it was too late. He had already adopted Natasha by that point.

And thus, he gave up. Rather than wasting his time on waiting for Lady Luck’s miracle, he had shifted his motto to building his wealth.

Not for himself, though. But for his adopted daughter, Natasha.

Enzo had once even considered marrying someone, so that Natasha would have someone even if he wasn’t there. But then he had quickly thrown that thought away.

’That sounds more like an investment rather than marrying a woman. That would be cruel to do to anyone.’

And moreover, his inner insecurities showed him the possibilities of his prospective wife somehow denying Nastaha her inheritance. He couldn’t risk that.

And thus with no other choice, he recruited the best lot of people who had been suffering in some way or other. Now while he wasn’t trying to be their messiah, he made sure he left a deep impression etched into their hearts.

And then he had trained them. While they got high salaries anyway, Enzo knew money could never buy loyalty, it could only attract greed.

But he hoped his efforts bought their loyalty. And he prayed that his choice in people weren’t as bad as others might have thought.

In simple words, he was gambling with his luck. Now what exactly happens in the future, he had no control over it; he could only prepare for the worst.

"No need to think of that now. When my time comes, it shall claim me. As simple as that." Shaking his head, he went back to his novel, eager to read again.

But the moment he clicked on the book, his heart thumped again. Louder this time and definitely sending tremors through him.

"...Scratch that, I need sleep." He clicked his tongue, about to get up.

But the moment he stood up, his legs simply gave up and he dropped back on his chair, shock covering his face.

His heart beat rapidly and abnormally as his breathing shortened, coming out in pained gasps. Even the words that he was looking at in the computer screen had started to blur.

...And in that moment, he knew it was his time. To finally rest in an eternal slumber.

His eyes however, flickered to his screen and then to the door to his room. To the two regrets he was leaving behind - an unfulfilled life...and an unfinished novel. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

And thus, Enzo Riccardo, a twenty five year old businessman, died in his chair, having finally being released from the chains of a body unworthy of his ambitions.

The room fell silent.

A few seconds later, the knob to the door twisted and Natasha walked in.

"Papa, I heard your groans. Are you al--" Her question died in her tongue as her eyes fell on the figure at the chair behind the desktop.

"Papa...?" Still, Natasha asked in a trembling voice. Then she went silent, her toes curling and her blue eyes wide with panic, hoping against hope that her father might reply something. Anything.

But nobody answered her plea.

Her eyes blinked faster for a few seconds, a myriad of emotions flashing through it.

A second later, all the emotions suddenly vanished as if they had never existed in the first place and was replaced by only an indifference. She then walked over to his chair, shifted her father’s limp arms and placed herself on his lap.

Then she looked into the computer in front of her and started reading it. With a focus and a gaze that could give anyone goosebumps close by.

Hours passed by, the room now filled with a filthy stench. But the little girl didn’t mind that as her eyes were only glued to one thing: the novel on the screen.

After a long time, she moved. She had finally caught up till the latest Chapters.

Suddenly, she sensed movements behind her. Her eyes almost jumped with excitement as she turned behind.

The joy instantly died down.

Unlike what she expected, a veiled woman was standing behind her father, her hands ruffling his hairs with a gentleness that surprised Natasha.

As far as she could remember, she had ever received such care only from her father. Seeing someone else do that to her father....was pleasant and surprising.

"Say, girl." The woman suddenly addressed her, looking into her bluish eyes.

"Do you want to be with your father again?"