Adelaide's POV...

What do I do in this situation?

Face it or avoid it? Show fear or anger?

I could feel both emotions curling up and tangling in me. Both struggling to dominate over the other.

Here I was, with two raging emotions thrown at me in a split second when the full image of the woman walking into the Salon came into view.

The shock that registered on my face is an understatement to describe the emotion I felt within.

Of all people to own this salon, it just has to be the Emmerichs. Just how vast is their empire?

Standing at the centre of the hairstyling room was Mrs Emmerich flanked by her bodyguards and a tall blonde lady standing behind her who I guess is the manager of the salon, making hand gestures and explaining some things about the salon to her.

Her eyes seem sharp as they take in every detail of the salon, both muttering as they walked around the salon.

An onsite check was what she came for, I guess.

Well, I care less about that.

That's the least of my worries. She can do all that for as long as she wants. It will only intensify her pain.

I scoffed and imagined how lowly they will all be when everything they once possessed plummets into ruins.

That has been my consolation each time I remembered my pain. I smirked and a bitter smile tugged at the corners of my lips when images of their fallen grace flashed through my mind.

As if reading my thoughts, she halted and gazed in my direction. Her eyes stayed a while on me, her gaze was intense yet warm. Honestly, I really can't describe it. In the split of a second, I saw curiosity in thousand folds flashed through her eyes. Questions begging for answers.

She narrowed her eyes as she took in my form, her eyes sweeping all over my body as if committing my whole being to memory. She seems unsettled but quickly recollected herself, taking in a deep sigh while her shoulders sagged a little. I could swear her emotions betrayed her charisma.

I wondered what that was about.

I looked back at her with a faint and forced smile. I could hear my teeth crack as to how fake the smile was but my eyes held her gaze firmly. Meeting up her eyes each second, I never averted her gaze as I watched her being led to the top floor exactly where my eyes caught Mason in a very terrifying act.

I froze and immediately went rigid. My eyes enlarging and widening at what I saw.

"Oh my god!" My hands instinctively flew to cover my mouth in other to reduce the intensity of the shock. I looked beside me to see Keizy squatting on the floor.

"Keizy!" I muttered in between breaths.

All the pain, anger and frustration floating within me quickly dissipated. My major concern was getting Keizy to be fine.

I don't need an analyst or an evaluator to explain to me the fuck I just saw.

My thought shifted from Mason to Keizu. What do I do with Keizy? How do I clean up this mess? Different ideas ran through my head, but I don't know which to do first.

I managed to look at Keizy, her stance wasn't a sight to behold. Her composure, her gaze, everything reeked of pain, hurt and If I know Keizy well enough, a tiny bit of fear was registered on her face.

Keizy shut her eyes tightly, avoiding to take the risk of catching another glimpse of the sight that laid bare before her. Who wouldn't, maybe it's an escape for her, probably it was a dream and everything will fall back to reality when she opens her eyes.

However, some reality hurts but has to be accepted.

I've never seen such a queen, broken and shaken to the core. I guess there's so much pain being covered up with the strong and independent facade. I realized how thoughtless I've been, it has always been about me. I don't worry about others and I assume the whole world revolves around me.

I knew Keizy was battling with something but then, I never bothered to ask, not because I didn't care but I knew she has always been a smart and strong woman. I whimpered at how self-absorbed and selfish I've been, smart and strong women could sometimes need a shoulder to cry on.

My heart constricts against my chest as I watched Mason, Keizy's boyfriend with his hand tightly wrapped around an older lady's waist, beaming with great delight.

I recognized that look. He was a gigolo!

Then everything that had transpired from the phone call I had with Keizy to the drive down to the salon began to make sense to me. Keizy must have caught wind of her boyfriend's infidelity. But then I just wasn't expecting him to be a gigolo.

I've never liked him. It takes one to know one. From the moment I met him, I knew there was something fishy about him, his demure and countenance seems vicious. He extended the same feeling I had towards him to me, but I was never bothered by this. I knew he was going to outlive his usefulness and probably Keizy will do away with him.

Keizy is a beautiful, smart and intelligent young lady and it hurts to see her betrayed by someone she loves.

She deserves better than a lounge lizard, a licentious and profligate bastard! What a disgusting human!

I don't believe in love and this further strengthened my resolve never to fall in love or trust anyone. It only breaks you. It crumbles you and everything you once called yours could  be washed away the moment you are betrayed by your loved ones.

Keizy is one huge propaganda of love. I wonder why she has to be hit so hard like this. I've never loved anyone more than myself, neither have I been in love with anyone but I've had people who said they loved me, I really don't care as long as I get my bills paid.

Love isn't for me. It's a bad trigger. It makes you weak and pathetic and that isn't sexy to me.

Being in love is like being shot a bullet and only I could shoot, I never want to get shot.

Mason froze and went rigid the moment he saw us, I meant when he saw Keizy as my presence doesn't really matter to him but at this point, I have the obligation to protect my friend. I can't understand how she feels, I don't know how it feels to be cheated on but I know pain from within, I've lived with it for thirteen years.

I guess he was surprised and conflicted too, his hands quickly left the lady's arms and I think he muttered something to the lady's ears. I saw the woman flash us a warm smile. This further infuriating me.

What nerve she has!

Here come the libertine and his Queen bee as they walk the 'walk of shame' down the stairs to meet up with us I hope. No, I actually hope not.

Being a famous person, I understand Keizy has to control her tempers. She looked hurt but I guess she doesn't want too much drama. At least, your boyfriend dumping you for an older woman isn't a news headline to be proud of.

"Hi Darling," Mason said to Keizy waving his stupid hands as he moved closer to us, grinning from ear to ear still exuding sexiness. I rolled my eyes at that thought.

"Darling?" Did I just hear him say that!

What the hell did my friend see in this bloody cheat! I won't deny his handsomeness but then, a man with no moral value shouldn't be seen around her.

What a two-faced bastard! my inner thoughts were murdering him already.

I killed him twice already in my head. First was by shooting him with the gun one of my Italian boyfriends gave me. The second was by castrating him then proceed to cut him into pieces. I guess I needed somewhere to pipe all my anger and Mason officially became the scapegoat for that.

Keizy was speechless and I saw her gently bit her lips, her lips pressed tightly forming a straight line with streams of questions flooding her face. I know how badly she wanted to scream at his face but she chose to play the matured part as people were beginning to look towards our side.

It's true we react differently to situations. She let out a deep breath as she fingered the stray strands of hair that had fallen down covering the left side of her face.

She raised her face up, her lashes fluttering like the wings of a butterfly as she kept trying to stop the tears from falling. I knew keizy would never let the tears flow down.

She elegantly picked up her bag and in a smooth unwavering strides, she walked gracefully out of the salon.

A Queen isn't hard to know after all

I gave Mason who seems somewhat surprised an intense look and followed Keizy out of the salon.

A/N
Isn't Keizy a dazzling queen. Her moves and reactions though😊

This is the first part... I personally don't like long chapters so I decided to break the chapter into two.

*** Would you be kind enough to indicate any error or typos? Uhmm😊🙏