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Location: Airport, New York.

Author’s POV:

The chaos of the airport was pierced by the sound of hurried footsteps—sharp and relentless, echoing like thunder cracking through a silent forest. A girl sprinted across the terminal, chasing a bloodied man with unwavering determination. Her long black coat billowed behind her like a shadow in motion, her heeled boots clicking against the floor in a haunting rhythm. Wavy brown hair danced with the wind, her entire presence commanding attention—like a dark goddess on the hunt.

The man ahead looked barely human—his face swollen and bloodied, like he had been someone's personal punching bag. And just as she was about to reach him, someone gripped her arm from behind.

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Scarlett’s POV:

"Bastard!"

Who the hell dares to grab me like that? Whoever it is clearly woke up today with a death wish. I turned, ready to land a punch hard enough to shatter bone—

But I froze. My fist halted mid-air, breath caught in my throat.

No… this can’t be happening.

Why didn’t I sense this? Why now? Why here?

Get it together, Scar. You can't let them see your reaction. Play it cool. Focus.

"Who the fuck do you think you are? How dare you touch me?" I hissed, voice as calm as ice, but laced with venom.

He instantly let go.

"Sorella… why are you talking like that?" he asked, his voice uncertain, his eyes wide in disbelief.

I rolled my eyes, already done with this conversation. "Man, get a grip. I know you're jobless, but I’m not. Now, move."

I turned, but he grabbed my arm again—and this time, right where I was already injured.

"Can't you fucking understand? Don't touch me!" I snapped, punching him square across the face. No one gets to hurt me and walk away—not even the people who used to be my family.

"Sorella... we’re your brothers. Don’t you recognize us?" he gasped, clutching his face.

"Oh, I recognize you all right.

The same brothers who disowned me.

The same ones who acted like I died."

My voice dripped with sarcasm, and silence wrapped around them like a noose. They had no words. Good. What’s the point of regret now?

Go ahead.

Disown me again.

You're all just cowards.

Hiding from the truth and blaming others because it’s easier than facing yourselves.

Pathetic.

"Sorella, please. Just come with us," he pleaded, and Xander nodded in agreement beside him.

Understand? Do they even know what that word means?

Where was that understanding when I begged for it? When I cried for it?

‘They’re just a bunch of clueless fools,’ my inner voice sneered.

Fine. Let’s give them exactly what they’re asking for.

I’ll go with them.

But they have no idea they’ve just invited a storm into their lives.

I’m no longer the helpless girl who begged for love and attention.

I’ve become the weapon they forged through rejection.

"What do you want? Spit it out and leave—I don’t have time for this crap," I said, already bored.

"Sorella, we want you to come home. What are you doing here? Weren’t you supposed to be in boarding school?" Xavier asked, clearly lost.

Home? Are they serious right now?

"Your home?" I scoffed.

"As for the rest… it’s none of your business."

I shrugged it off, then added with an edge, "So? Are you just gonna stand there or actually lead the way?"

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Author’s POV:

As Scarlett and her brothers made their way toward a private jet, a man stood in the shadows of the terminal—dressed in a sleek black suit, his tall frame exuding quiet power. With a sharp jawline, lips as red as wine, and arms inked with tattoos, he watched the scene unfold, green eyes glinting with amusement—and something darker.

"Boss, they’re heading to Italy," a voice spoke from behind him—his right-hand man, no doubt.

The man nodded, the corners of his mouth curling into a satisfied smile. He turned away, slipping into the crowd, already planning his next move.

He walked like a storm in human form, deadly and beautiful.

A Greek god with vengeance in his heart.

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~ So that was the first chapter! ~

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