HER LIFE

The Fight

**Valentina's POV**

Our first class of the day was English. As we made our way down the hallway, it was clear the bell had already rung. The corridor was eerily quiet, which only meant one thing: we were late. Again. Not exactly the best first impression at a new school.

We reached the classroom door, and I couldn't resist making an entrance. I'm not the type of person who just slips into a room unnoticed, and this was no exception. With a swift kick, the door swung open, drawing everyone's attention. All eyes turned toward us, and we walked in with confidence, like we belonged here—because, in a way, we did. My father owned this school, after all, but that wasn't something I felt the need to announce.

We headed straight for the teacher, an older woman with a stern expression that barely concealed her nervousness. She attempted to glare at us, but it had little effect. Her stern look only made her seem more like she was trying too hard to command respect.

"We're the new students," I said, my voice calm but steady. I noticed the flicker of unease in her eyes. The reaction was always the same, no matter where we went. People felt intimidated, and I couldn't deny that part of me liked the power that came with it.

"Introduce yourselves," she instructed, her voice wavering ever so slightly.Marcella, as always, went first. "I'm Marcella Ivano," she said, her tone polite yet distant. Massimo followed. "I'm Massimo Ivano."

When it was my turn, I kept my voice as neutral as possible. "Valentina Herbert," I said.There was a shift in the room as our names sank in. The Ivano surname carried weight—everyone knew the family's status. What they didn't know was the full story. Marcella and Massimo weren't just wealthy kids from a prominent family. They were part of the Russian Mafia, a detail that was kept from the public eye.

As for me, my father wasn't just a businessman. He was known as one of the most powerful men in America, and there were whispers about his ties to the American Mafia. Those rumors weren't entirely false. What people didn't know, though, was that he was the head of it, making me his heir. It was a secret we had to protect, but we always carried that shadow with us.

After our introductions, we took seats at the back of the classroom. Even though we had a reputation for being trouble, we weren't careless when it came to academics. We paid attention in class, knowing that intelligence was its own form of power.

The class passed without incident, as did the next few. But by the time lunch rolled around, things were bound to take a turn. In the cafeteria, we could feel the stares as soon as we walked in. It seemed like word of our arrival had spread quickly. I could hear whispers, see the curious glances, but none of it fazed me. Marcella and I went to grab our food while Massimo found us a table.

Just as we were paying, I heard a commotion near the back of the room. My heart sank. I knew immediately what it was. I turned to see Massimo in the middle of a fight, his fists flying as he took on some guy. Three more boys ran toward him, and before I could even react, one of them had thrown a chair at his back.

That was all it took. Marcella and I rushed over, not thinking twice before jumping into the fight. We didn't fight because we enjoyed violence, but when people crossed a line, we defended each other. By the time it was over, we had left them bruised and beaten.

But of course, it wasn't long before the principal arrived, accompanied by one of the teachers. He ordered all of us to follow him to his office. Without a word, we complied. We knew the drill. This wasn't our first time getting in trouble, and it certainly wouldn't be our last.

***Third Person's POV***Sitting outside the principal's office, Valentina sighed. "What was that about?" she asked, turning to Massimo.

"They were talking about you guys," Massimo said, rubbing the back of his neck, still angry. "I heard them during class, but I ignored it. Then they started saying stuff in the cafeteria, and I lost it. I couldn't just sit there and listen anymore."

Marcella gave him a reassuring smile. "It's fine. You were just standing up for us," she said gently.Valentina, though, was a bit firmer in her response. "Yeah, but next time, don't go at it alone. We're in this together, okay?"

Massimo nodded, looking down at his hands. "Got it."

Soon enough, the principal called us in. He looked tired, like he had dealt with one too many incidents like this. His voice was stern as he asked, "Do you understand the consequences of your actions?"We remained silent, offering nothing but blank stares in return. He sighed heavily before continuing, "I'm calling your guardians. We'll settle this once they arrive."

The principal must have thought that calling our parents would scare us, but it didn't. We knew what was coming, and we were prepared.Before long, the office door opened, and in walked Valentina's father alongside Antonio Ivano, Marcella and Massimo's older brother.

Antonio had been the head of the Ivano family since their parents' death, after the Greek Mafia killed them during a mission. He never wanted to lead the Russian Mafia, but he had taken over the role until Marcella and Massimo were ready.

Valentina's father, a man of few words but immense power, took one look at the boys who had attacked his daughter and the Ivano siblings. His face darkened with barely concealed rage."Who did this?" he asked quietly, his voice laced with danger. Antonio simply nodded toward the principal. "Bring them in," he commanded.

The principal, clearly terrified, did as he was told. The boys were brought into the room, and the look of fear on their faces was unmistakable. They knew they had crossed the wrong people, and it was clear that this would be the last time they caused trouble. Let's just say, after that, they wouldn't be seen around the school again.

***Valentina's POV***After the situation was resolved, we left the school. My dad had to stop at the office for some work, so he sent the driver to take me home. Once I arrived, I headed straight to my room to change into something more comfortable.

Later, I found myself in the theater room, watching a movie and eating a burger I'd picked up on the way. I didn't realize how tired I was until I drifted off to sleep, only waking up when I heard the front door close. Dad was home.

I washed my face and joined him for dinner. Over small talk, he mentioned the Germans had been causing issues by intercepting our shipments. I hated them. They always seemed to create problems for us.

After dinner, I wished him goodnight and retreated to my room. The second my head hit the pillow, I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep. It had been a long day, and I was grateful for the quiet.

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