Chapter 2 Come To New York

POV RICHARD

"Are you out of your mind, Dave? That's not a solution but you're making a new problem for me, I don't want to hold Queen back and you know very well, she's been suffering enough because of me for so long," I said.

I can't believe Dave would give me such crazy advice, not solving a problem, but creating a new one.

"Listen to my explanation, Sir. For now, we can trust no one but your own master's family. It's the only solution, an outsider without a clear background could have hurt madam but by finding miss Queensha nurse through your second wife. I thought it was a good idea, he definitely wouldn't dare. After all, the second wife takes care of madam only until she wakes up. After that, you can divorce her before madam finds out what happened. Your marriage is just above the contract without anyone else knowing it's just me." Dave suggests a pretty reckless and crazy idea to me. Dave is my right-hand man, clean work and smart thinking always on target make me sure not to doubt him, we were pretty close since Dave grew up in this house with me.

Dave's mother used to be the butler who served him in this house, but unfortunately, she passed away a few years ago because of complications. Dave decided to stay devoted to me after his mother died in return for giving him a decent life since childhood.

Outside of our line of work is a good friend, Dave can always count on any kind of business, whether it's a job or a Queensha thing like today, his speed and precision of his mind leave me no room for questioning.

I stared blankly and pondered what Dave said, and there's a point, to bind a person into a marriage relationship and should know his or her family's origins and background. I need someone I can trust not to betray me to take care of my beloved wife, my Queen.

My head feels pounding on the way out. It's not easy to find a trustworthy woman wanting to be my second wife. I'm afraid to make the wrong move until everything goes wrong.

The advice Dave gave me was satisfactory, but it still stuck in my head.

Even though my intentions are good, honestly I'm afraid that if Queensha finds out more and more disappointed with me, she's suffered enough for me and how devastated she will be when she wakes up and finds out that she's in honey. Any woman in the world wouldn't want to share a husband, I can't guarantee that Queensha would understand why I made a decision that hurt her.

I'm afraid she was upset and has decided to leave me, despite everything I've done for her safety. I'm scared.

If only Queensha found out later that his heart would have been hurt. I don't want to lose him because of my mistakes, this whole choice is fucked up I think I can kick the shit out of anyone who gets me upset later.

"Well, I take your advice and don't let anyone else know. I have one candidate I can trust for this position. He and I both benefited. "Prepare for my departure tomorrow, we will go to New York City," I said at last. I've arranged everything so neatly, everything must go smoothly.

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POV VIONA

Today is the happiest day of my life, after many years of painting art, I can finally have a painting exhibition at the metropolitan museum of art in New York. This is my dream since I was a kid, I've been dying to get my work on display in one of the world's greatest collections.

Metropolitan Museum of art has a collection of over two million pieces of art. His permanent collection included works of ancient classical and ancient Egypt, paintings, and statues of most of the famous European artists, and a large collection of American and modern art.

It is also the home of a host of Musical Instruments, costumes and accessories, and the ancient weapons and armor of the world. Some aristocratic interior, from the first Roman to modern American design.

Many times I pinched my arm to assure myself this was not a dream, yes! It's reality.

It's all real. I was chosen to be one of the painters who had the opportunity to exhibit my paintings here, and the good news is, the museum chose my best painting to be featured at the metropolitan museum of art.

I'll explain myself, I'm Viona Rosalin son of former textile tycoon James Arthur. London born, 27 years old England.

What do you think of the meaning of the word beautiful? Do you think beautiful is women who have clean whites, high noses, and body goals?

If that's the case, I'm in the pretty category according to your version. I also have blue eyes like the ocean, anyone looking at me once would fall in love especially the Adams. I'll make sure a lot of women are jealous of my perfection. Because I have all the physical perfection of women's dreams.

Yeah, although I think pretty's relative. Like I said before. I'm pretty. According to the versions of most people, many worship me in this city but I reject them. I don't mean to be presumptuous, it's just that there hasn't been a time when I fell for my little friend. Not only do I confess that I am beautiful but I have received much praise from all types of people.

And all the evens had the right to praise themselves beautifully, and everyone had its beauty. Once again, people thought differently about beauty but the general size of beauty was me.

Get off the subject. Yeah, you're probably wondering why my dad is an ex-businessman because James is my father in prison seven years ago and we're broke until there's nothing left. I went to New York to avoid a media rampage, continue to follow me asking questions about the scandal, and I also avoided my first love for me is so disappointing, so ashamed that my father had stolen his shares to prison.

I was able to live in New York because of the help of my old high school friend who lived here to start a business, I was grateful to have some help working at one of his cafes, where I collected a few pennies in people's town by painting and barista in his cafe.

To be honest, I'm trying like hell to make money to get my dad out of prison. He's guilty but I can't let him spend the rest of his life in a cage, I only have him in this world.

Enough with the life stuff. I can't think of the sadness, the happy day I have to enjoy smiling at the expense of my entrepreneurs who are willing to spend their money on my paintings.

Today I'm wearing an elegant blue frozen gown with an open arm at my knee. I do have to look pretty and pretty to attract rich people to see my work.

After the exhibition arrived at the auction, we offered my first painting for auction. And today I'm going to auction five different paintings, each of the paintings having a different meaning in the molten watercolors on a blank canvas. Whatever I make at the auction, I still appreciate my hard work making day and night.