That night, Goanna wasn’t sure why she put on her white nightgown. She was driven by an instinct she couldn’t entirely define; a deep throbbing throughout her tortured being that had once caused her to run barefoot through the streets of Spain and become a muse to a random passerby in an expensive car who had spotted her bloodied feet and torn nightgown and decided she’d make a great fashion model.
These things happened to her.
She wasn’t sure why.
She wasn’t sure why she did anything.
She had once eaten strawberry ice-cream she knew could kill her because she thought her father wanted her to. In the deep, wellspring of an imagination fuelled by Bronte novels, she saw her lifeless, milky-white body in the casket and her father weeping over it. Final proof of his love after all these years.
She saw her stepmother, face of cold stone in the church, being struck down by a furious deity over her treatment of the Princess. Her father throwing her out of his house and the evil queen begging in the streets in dirty rags like a crone in a fairy tale.
Her stepmother’s hunting dog had saved her before but he was not here now. He’d single-handedly saved her father and stepmother from 152 hired assassins, paid for by the cabal of 12 chaebols who controlled everything.
Except him.
He stood alone.
But now she was alone. Finally, she could show them all what the consequences were for treating her so badly over all these years.
She flitted milky-white and silent over the damp lawns of the state to the lake. She sewed bricks into there filmy nightgown and walked with slow determination into the icy waters.
This would show them.

One week later on Cloud Nine

Je-ha strode into the Mirror looking determined, sexy and sexily-determined.
“Is it done?” Yoo-Jin asked him with a cock of her eyebrow and a sensual knowing to her jaw
“It is done,” Je-Ha answered her, a small shining crack in his facade showing relief. “She is avenged.”
“And my husband?”
“Once your divorce was announced, he had to step down from the election due to the negative press. He just left in his private jet with a 19-year-old that looks like his dead daughter. I don’t think he ever cared about politics.”
“He didn’t, he just liked telling young girls what he did for a living. Still, I had enough proof of infidelity to fill five divorce petitions,” she said with a bitter catch in her voice. “Best decision I ever made and ruining his political career was just an added bonus.
The bitterness was still there but, she realised, it was slightly less. The pain not as sharp as it once was. She wondered why.
She saw Je-Ha standing across from her, hands on his hips, back held upright like his morals and suddenly she knew.
She crossed her arms and moved towards him slowly, having made a decision before the rational part of her mind even knew. It had been a long time since she’d acted on pure instinct. It felt good.
“So your revenge is done and I’ve decided that there’s more to life than controlling the world,” she said softly, not touching him but moving past that fine invisible threshold that we hold around herself. That paper-thin border known as ‘personal space’. Now invaded, but just sightly.
His pupils dilated. Had they always done that when she was close? She’d never had time to notice but now, within a hair’s breath of him she did.
“What are you saying?” he answered softly. He didn’t breach the gap between then but he didn’t move away either. She could feel his body heat through his shirt; radiating out of him like a furnace and igniting the hairs on her arms as he stood so achingly close.
“Let’s go,” she whispered. “As far away from here as we can. I know an island. Beaches. Resorts. Umbrella drinks. And a tinpot dictator who needs overthrowing.”
His lips had parted slightly while she spoke and his eyes had drifted down to hers. He kept them locked on her as he answered.
“Sounds perfect. Do you need to visit Anna’s grave before you go?”
“Who?”

They literally locked Cloud Nine as they left and then figuratively threw away the key.
And they lived happily ever after.

Hehehe, is this your fanfiction?

Wow I know I wrote that quickly but the typos are out of control!