The Unwanted Heiress

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le feel at peace wh

from the horrors of the outside world. Unfortunately, that's not the case for

otten it figured out. My father, is a successful businessman with companies all across the city and beyond. His wife, my step-mother, is the perfect woman, in his eyes at least. I'm the only one who seems to have my bullshit detector on red alert when I'm around her. My real mom died when I was very young, so

here for 24 years. The mansion buzzes with servants, soldiers, my father's men. All of them serve a purpose, and that is to make sure that Costanzo Headquarters is r

d to be the one to take over from my father someday, whether he likes it or not. The laws of the Underground are very clear. I am his fi

to be a killer, and unfortunately, I became one. A weapon

e my mother. I'm average height, standing at about 5'6, and I'd consider myself pretty fit considering I kept healthy, worked out and trained every single day. I've had many suitors, many that have shown interest, but my father could never allow them to get close to me. He would either threate

s right hand, as well as Victor. My half-brother. He sits confidently in his seat, and as soon as he sees me, irritation appears on his face. The same resulting with mine. He is three years younger

proach the dining table. I meet their gaze finally,

to give, just as I sit at the far end of the dining ta

out sternly, not even bo

narrow my eyes at her, locking us in a deadly, unspoken exchange. It isn't

just as I begin to serve myself food, reaching for the bacon,

ng silent before I shift my gaze to my father, wondering if he will say anything, do anything, to defend me.

head and refocusing on my food. Ho

ching him grin as he slices into his eggs. His tone is careless, but the lo

has always been lazy, and I'm the only one who seemed to be training hard to be a fighter, a m

. The servants hover near the walls, waiting for the smallest command. When Victor as

w it has a

ger than usual, making me curious why he's staring so long...

curiously, right before a ghost of a smile appears on her face, and she begins to stand, along with Vi

let out

iefly wipes his mouth and stan

ly, my heart pou

, the cool and fresh. It should calm me, but I don't feel it, and my nerves are on fire beneath my skin.

Constanzo family." He speaks, and my heart drops sharply. For twenty-four years, I've waited for this momen