When Anastasia and Liam Kingsley were taken, they were severely injured but not dead. The French mafia kept them in containment, in a steel room. They were tortured, starved, beat, raped, whipped.
They made a plan.
It took years.
It was fucking w...
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Anastasia Kingsley POV
Here I was, outside the doors of the ball, my arm linked through Liam's.
I was wearing a blood red silk dress that had a huge slit in the middle, YSL Opyum's with my hair in Hollywood style and some glittery red eyeshadow with a red lip.
Liam was wearing a suit, his hair slicked back with a red tie.
We nodded as we walked in, children next to their parents, talking quietly as the adults were in different corners.
Heads turned at our presence, men and women staring at me and Liam in lust and jealously. We both had a wicked smirk on our face.
Wicked like our personalities.
We hadn't seen any Kingsley, but out of my eyes I saw a boy maybe 17, with black hair, green eyes and similar face structures as me, near two little 6 year olds. He was smiling but was dreading everything.
Louis. And Eli's kids.
Liam followed my gaze and almost gasped at them. Instead he started walking towards them.
"Hello." One of the little boys who look like Elijah said.
Louis looked up and his eyes watered at the sight, he rapidly blinked, putting the child he was holding on the chair.
He came up and hugged us, "Are you actually real?" He whispered.
"We are. And we are so glad to see you!" I giggled, wrapping my arms around him as Liam did the same.
When we pulled apart, he had tears running down his face so he quickly wiped them, "Hey kids, this is auntie Ana and uncle Liam. Say hi."
"Hi auntie and uncle." They giggled in unison.
"Hi..." Liam trailed on, not knowing their names.
"Oh right! This is Adonis and Atlas." Louis said after he got out of his day dream.
So they actually named the kids.
Where's the third one?
"Hi kids, where's-" Liam was cut off by a voice.
"Who the fuck are you and why are you near my..." Elijah started, looking us up and down as tears formed in his eyes.
"I'm Anastasia and this is Liam, you know, your siblings." I smirked as he came towards us, giving us a hug, muttering random shit about how we're or dead.
"Fucking hell. Your alive. You're actually here. Then who the fuck did we bury?" He kept repeating.
Liam and I just rolled our eyes as Nic, Nate and Ava came over.
Ava cried at the sight, hugging me, muttering shirt like her husband did. I hugged her back. Nate and Nic were frozen. They had tears in their eyes.
"What the fuck! I need to cry in the bathroom." Nic said, hugging me, Nate goin on to hug Liam, switching after a minute or two.
"Your actually here, your alive, your here." Nate muttered into my hair.
They pulled apart and just stared at us as we smirked back.
"This shouldn't be a surprise. We aren't that easy to kill." Liam chuckled, "We're Kingsley's."
"Where the hell have you guys been?" Dad's old voice came in.
"Oh they've been greeting us. Nice to meet you again, daddy." I innocently smiled.
"No. No. No. You're dead. I saw your dead body. How are-? What?" He whispered, shaking his head.
"Dad, we were taken by fucking idiots and the made us go through hell but, we are alive." Liam explained, walking closer to dad as he backed up.
Liam put his arms around dad and I heard Noah's voice, "Hey guys, I got more-"
"Who's that?" A girls soft voice said, as I turned around.
Noah was frozen in shock, like his triplets, the girl still curiously staring.
"Oh! We haven't been introduced, my bad! I'm Anastasia Kingsley, you are?" I smirked at the 5'7 girl, her tan skin complementing her light blue dress, her black hair in a ponytail.
"I'm Valeria Perez-Kingsley." She smiled.
"So, you married which idiot brother of mine?" I smiled back.
"Noah." She giggled.
Right then, he snapped out of his trance, hugging me tightly. "Calm down, there Noah. Remember I'm still human."
"I don't care, you're alive!" He said through sobs.
"Yea I am." I sighed, hugging him back.
When we pulled apart, dad was still hugging Liam tightly, Liam didn't seem to mind.
"Who's dad hugging?" Another voice came, next to Noah.
"He's hugging your brother." I replied, turning around as he passed out after taking a look at me.
"Really? Again?" I muttered, catching his body.
"I didn't think I'd see the American Don cry, again." A cold voice with a Russian accent said.
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