Hazel Frost stood before her bedroom mirror, her reflection showing a woman of thirty-nine with platinum blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. But inside, she carried the memories of millennia.
"Today, I begin the final phase," she whispered to herself.
Her fingers traced the edge of an ancient locket—inside was a holographic image from her first life. Emperor Zerl in his royal armor, commanding armies across star systems.
The same face that now belonged to Edward Boston.
The Ancient Empire
"My king," Hazel murmured, her mind drifting back through lifetimes.
She had been Empress Vina, ruler of the Kalaran Empire—a species that spanned dozens of worlds. Her people possessed natural telepathic abilities and energy manipulation that made them gods among lesser civilizations.
Beside her ruled Emperor Zerl—her husband, her commander, her eternal love.
Their throne room had been carved from a single crystal mountain, overlooking fleets of starships that stretched beyond the horizon. Together, they commanded armies of millions, conquered rebellious worlds, and built technologies that could reshape reality itself.
"We were unstoppable," she whispered. "Until I destroyed everything."
The Fatal Betrayal
Hazel's reflection shimmered as her age manipulation powers activated briefly, showing her ancient face for just a moment—regal, alien, marked by centuries of war.
Power had corrupted her slowly, like poison in wine.
She began making decisions without consulting Zerl. She sacrificed allied worlds for strategic advantage. She betrayed treaties to expand their territory.
When Zerl confronted her in their crystal throne room, something dark had awakened in her heart.
"You question my judgment?" she had demanded, telepathic energy crackling around her.
"I question what you've become, Vina," Zerl replied sadly. "This isn't the woman I married."
"I am your empress!" she screamed.
"You are my wife first," he said quietly. "And I'm losing you to this madness."
In that moment, consumed by rage and wounded pride, Hazel struck.
Her telepathic assault tore through Zerl's mind like lightning. His body crumpled to the crystal floor, life extinguished instantly.
"Zerl!" she cried out, rushing to his side. "No, no, no! What have I done?"
But it was too late. The man she loved above all else was dead by her own hand.
The Empire's Fall
"The madness consumed me completely after that," Hazel said to her reflection.
Without Zerl's military leadership, rebellions erupted across their territories. Allied species turned against the empire. Their crystal capital came under siege.
In her guilt and insanity, Hazel sealed herself in a stasis chamber deep within the palace.
"If I cannot have my king," she had whispered as enemy forces breached the gates, "then no one will rule this empire."
She activated a planetary destruction sequence that consumed their entire world.
The last thing she remembered was the crystal mountains melting into atomic fire.
Awakening on Earth
Hazel's eyes focused on the present. Her human form was beautiful, elegant, perfectly crafted for this world.
"I was reborn into the Boston family," she murmured. "Wealthy, influential, but so very human."
Even as a child, she had possessed unusual abilities. Telepathy came naturally. Energy absorption felt as simple as breathing.
The ancient memories remained dormant until she saw Edward at a family gathering years ago.
He looked exactly like Zerl. Same noble bearing. Same unconscious authority. Same eyes that seemed to command loyalty without effort.
"My king has returned to me," she had whispered then.
But this time, she would not make the same mistake.
The Secret Intervention
"I couldn't let you remember," Hazel said softly. "I couldn't let you hate me again."
When Edward was twelve years old, during a family vacation, Hazel had used her omega-level telepathic abilities to modify his metagene.
She had found the dormant genetic markers that might trigger past-life memories. Using precise energy manipulation, she suppressed them completely.
"Sleep, my king," she had whispered as the young Edward slept peacefully. "In this life, you will know only love."
If Edward never remembered being Emperor Zerl, he could never remember her betrayal.
If the ancient warrior stayed buried, Edward might actually love her.
The Perfect Deception
"Winston was never you," Hazel said to the locket. "He was just a useful placeholder."
Her marriage to Winston Frost had been purely strategic. He provided access to power, influence, and most importantly—proximity to Edward.
When she killed Winston with her energy manipulation, triggering his heart attack, she felt no guilt.
"You were in the way," she murmured. "Nothing more."
Hazel Frost stood in the shadows of the Frost estate's east wing, watching as paramedics wheeled Winston's covered body from their bedroom. The heart attack had been clean, precise—her energy manipulation leaving no trace.
"Perfect," she whispered to herself. "Now for phase two."
Her icy blue eyes shifted to the laboratory hidden in the estate's basement. Few knew of its existence—a private research facility she had commissioned years ago under various shell companies.
Dr. Marcus Chen, her lead scientist, stood nervously beside a glass tank filled with bio-fluid. Inside floated a perfect replica of Hazel's body.
"The clone is stable, Mrs. Frost," Dr. Chen said quietly. "Neural pathways are minimal, as requested. It will maintain basic life functions for exactly twenty-five days."
"Excellent," Hazel replied, her voice cold and calculating. "And the poison?"
"A synthetic compound designed to mimic cyanide poisoning. It will show up in all standard toxicology tests."
The Clone's Awakening
Hazel approached the tank, pressing her hand against the glass. Inside, her exact duplicate floated peacefully—same platinum hair, same elegant features, same body that had seduced Winston Frost years ago.
"You poor thing," she murmured. "You'll live just long enough to die for me."
Using her telepathic abilities, Hazel began the delicate process of implanting memories into the clone's basic consciousness. Not full awareness—just enough emotional imprinting to sell the performance.
Fragments of despair over Winston's death. Overwhelming guilt. The desperate desire to join her husband in death.
"There," Hazel said as the clone's eyes fluttered open underwater. "You know exactly what you need to do."
The Performance
Six hours after Winston's body was discovered, servants found Hazel collapsed in her private study. An empty vial of poison lay beside her chair. Her breathing was shallow, her skin pale.
"Call the ambulance!" shouted Margaret, the head maid.
But it was too late. By the time paramedics arrived, the clone had stopped breathing.
"Time of death: 11:47 PM," the lead paramedic announced solemnly.
What they didn't know was that the real Hazel Frost watched from the ventilation system above, using her invisibility powers to remain undetected.
"Goodbye, Hazel," she whispered to her own corpse. "Hello, freedom."
The Family's Reaction
Three days later, Edward Boston received the devastating phone call from his father.
"Edward, I have terrible news," Neil said, his voice heavy. "Your aunt Hazel is dead."
Edward felt the blood drain from his face. "What? How?"
"She poisoned herself the night Winston died. The grief was too much for her."
"That's impossible," Edward said, gripping the phone tighter. "She wouldn't—"
"The funeral is tomorrow. I'm sorry, son. I know how much she meant to you."
The Perfect Funeral
The real Hazel attended her own funeral, shapeshifted into the form of a distant cousin from the Boston family's European branch.
She watched as Edward stood beside her casket, tears streaming down his face. Her children—Emma, Adrienne, Christian, and Cordelia—were appropriately grief-stricken.
"She loved you very much," Emma said softly to Edward, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I should have been there," Edward whispered. "I should have helped her through Winston's death."
Hazel's heart ached watching his pain. But it was necessary. This death would free her to approach him as an equal, not as his older aunt.
"Soon, my king," she thought. "Soon I'll comfort you properly."
That same night, she faked her own death. The perfect crime—a grieving widow who died of heartbreak.
Now she lived in shadows, watching Edward from afar, eliminating threats before he even knew they existed.
The College Approach
Hazel checked her appearance one final time. Today, she would test a new approach.
Her shapeshifting abilities allowed her to appear twenty-five—young enough to be a graduate student, beautiful enough to catch Edward's attention.
"Let's see if you notice me, my king," she said with a slight smile.
She examined her new driver's license, passport, and college enrollment documents. All purchased from the best forgers money could buy, all backed up by carefully placed telepathic suggestions in various bureaucrats' minds.
"Sarah Williams," she said aloud, testing the name. "Twenty-five years old. Master's student in Art History. No family. No connections to the Frost or Boston dynasties."
Her appearance had been completely altered using her shapeshifting abilities. Auburn hair instead of platinum blonde. Green eyes instead of blue. Slightly shorter, with a more youthful build that suggested early twenties rather than thirty-nine.
Edward Boston sat in the college library, textbooks spread across his table. He was studying for his advanced engineering exams, completely focused on his work.
A beautiful woman approached his table. She appeared to be in her mid-twenties, with flowing auburn hair and gentle green eyes. She wore a simple but elegant dress that suggested both intelligence and understated wealth.
"Excuse me," she said softly. "Is this seat taken?"
Edward looked up and felt his breath catch. She was stunning—not in the aggressive way of his cousins, but with a natural grace that seemed almost otherworldly.
" Queen! Is she any chracter in comics, she looked beautiful and my type"
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"No, please," he said, gesturing to the chair. "It's free."
"Thank you," she said, settling beside him. "I'm Sarah. Sarah Williams."
"Edward Boston," he replied, while looking at her.
As they talked, Edward found himself drawn to her voice, her mannerisms, the way she seemed genuinely interested in his thoughts.
What he didn't know was that every gesture, every smile, every carefully chosen word was calculated by a mind that had ruled empires.
"Would you like to go on date?" Edward asked after an hour of conversation.
"I'd like that very much," Sarah { hazel) replied.
Hazel—disguised as Sarah—smiled warmly as she walked away from the library.
"Phase one complete," she whispered to herself. "My king is taking the bait."