Aria Santo, the only child of the ruthless boss of the most influential cartel in Brazil was taken from her father at only three years old. She was kept in a basement for her entire life, never seeing the light of day until she's finally rescued aft...
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"Wow I am so talented," Uncle Raf marvels, admiring his work straightening my hair. "Thank you!" I beam up at him before standing up and straightening out my dress.
I'm wearing a pastel orange dress that dad bought me paired with white shoes. Despite me telling them that it's completely unnecessary and that I'd be happy with just a roof over my head, dad and uncle Raf have been excessively spoiling me lately.
When I woke up there was a whole box of gold jewellery from a place called 'Tiffany and Co' as well as my very own phone.
Uncle Raf also showed me a bunch of photos of all the clothes they ordered and sent to the house I'll be staying at in Hawaii.
I try not to think about going away too much, sure a holiday will be fun but I really don't want to be away from them. What if my new roommates aren't as nice to me?
My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the fire alarm blaring. I dart towards the kitchen, only to find dad already pulling out my burnt to the crisp cookies that I was making for our guests out of the oven.
"Oh no," I whine, my lip wobbling as I approach the tray that he placed on the counter. I go to reach out to see if any of them are salvageable but dad grips my wrist before I get the chance. "It's hot don't touch," He orders before letting go off my wrist.
I know it's stupid but tears start welling in my eyes. I wanted so bad to do something nice for our guests so maybe I'll have a better chance at them liking me but I messed it up.
To make matters worse the doorbell rings, indicating that they're here.
"Hey don't get upset," Dad tries to comfort. "I've got to speak with them for a while before you meet so you have enough time to make some more," He smiles, wiping away my tears.
"Use the oven gloves!" He calls out as he walks towards the front the door, leaving me alone with all my baking supplies.
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"Well it was nice knowing you boys," Kylan says solemnly, causing me to snort.
I hope Luther called us here to ask us to fucking move in because this place is sick. The huge mansion is by far the largest in the area and from my first impressions it must have costed at least three hundred million.
