𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬

11- unexpected twist

After Ted was done with almost all his tasks behind the locket, he turned to me
with a smile on his face.

"Okay I'm done Zi. Let's check how much you've earned." He picks up the paper with all the bidder's name's on it and quickly looks trough it. His smile becomes even bigger by the second as he looks at how much I've earned.

"Looks like you earned much money Zi. Maybe even more than last time-" he stops talking and his eyes widen.

"What? What is it?" I ask him eagerly, craving to know why he looks so shocked.

"Let me see! What's wrong!?"

He clears his throat and an even wider smile appears on his face. "Check this out Zi! You're rich!"

He hands me the paper and I quickly skim over the names and the amounts of money invested in me. Just when I want to ask him what he means, I spot a huge amount next to an, once again, empty column.

150k.

Holy shit. Ted was right. I am rich. I might be able to escape the cruel worl of my parents and finally live on my own far, far away from them. I might be able to open my own fighting school and teach young kids how to properly fight, like I always have dreamed of. I might be able to go to college and get a second chance in making friends, without getting bullied day in, day out. I might be able to finally have a normal life.

No. I can't do that. This money belongs to someone who might need it. Maybe they just forgot to put their name in the column and they never meant to just casually give me 150k. It's probably not even the same person who gave me the money last time. It was just an accident and I need to figure out to who the money belongs to.

"I can't take it Ted." I tell him honestly.

His eyebrows almost touch his hairline and he looks at me with a stunned expression on his face.

"Wha-what do you mean Zina? If the bidder doesn't put his name in the right column, he doesn't get the money. That's how the rules work!" He almost desperately yells at me.

"I know that's what the rules say Ted, but maybe the money belongs to someone who needs it and will be devastated if he loses it. I can't take the money. We just have to figure out who's the owner of the money." I try to reason with him.

"That will be me, pequeña una." Someone with a low voice and a clear accent blending in his words says from behind me.

(Small one)

I quickly turn around, only to be met with the same grey eyes as mine staring right back at me.

I cower under his gaze and the fact this man I twice my height and take a step backwards. I take my time looking at his face, and realise this is the same man who was here last time right before I left. I take another step backwards and almost bump into Ted.

The similarities between me and this man are stunning; he has the exact same grey eyes at me and the shining glance in his eyes, which I have too, is also present. He has dark almost curly hair and a dark recently shaved beard. As if that wasn't all he has the same precious birthmark under his ear. I have it too and never liked it. I wanted to get rid of it for a long time before I found out there were worse things in life than an ugly birthmark.

I open my mouth to say something to him but close it again since I have no idea what to say. I try again to say something but Ted beats me to it.

"Okay, if you're the actual owner of this crazy amount of money, you can take it back. But I have to remind you it's written in the rules that you have to write your name next to the amount otherwise you could lose all the money. In that case the money will go to the fighter you've invested it on. I will return you your money but this is a one time thing, alrighty?" Ted says formally.

"I don't want the money back." The man says, his accent filtering in his words.

Me and Ted's eyebrows fly up. Why would he not want the money back? That's like a shit ton of money.

"W-why?" I curse myself for stuttering at such a simple question.

The man's eyes light up when he hears my voice and he hesitates to answer.

After a few minutes of him having an internal battle with himself he finally speaks up and says.

"I just wanted your attention Zina. I don't care about the money."

Okay what the actual fuck. He knows my name and he wants my attention? Is he a fan of me or something? But fans know me only by my fighter name, Zeusa.

"H-how do you know m-my name?" It's hard not to stutter when a 6"3 man Is towering over you and gazing at you not so subtle.

His eyes change to a certain.. sadness? I don't know why he's sad but I'm afraid I said something wrong, like I always do.

I want to apologize but before I can the man has started speaking again.

"I've known you for a long time Zina. I've been observing you at almost every match you had. At first it was a coincidence I watched you. I was out for a business trip and heard there was a match here. I wanted to watch and saw you fight. At first I wasn't sure it was you; it's been so long ago, but after 3 matches I knew for sure." A small smile appears on his face, making his whole expression much more friendlier looking. "It's our Zina. I've missed you so much hermana amorosa."

(Lovely sister)

Okay rewind. What the hell. He's watched me for a while like a total creep? And he wasn't sure it was me? What does he mean by that? And he called me hermana amorosa? Does he mean that I'm his sister? That's impossible, I don't have any siblings, as much as I wish I did.

I let out a sudden laugh. This is just too crazy to think about. It seems like I can't stop laughing but when I do I wipe the tears from my eyes and answer to the stunned man in front of me.

"I'm sorry I think you've got the wrong person. I don't have siblings." I smile apologetically at him. Now it's his time to crack an amused smile. Even though his smile is more manly, it still makes his face light up.

"You're funny, chica. But I think I'll know when my long lost sister is standing in front of me. Also the birthmark we both share?" He points to the birthmark behind his ear. "Isn't a birthmark. Out parents had the amazing idea of tattooing our initials behind our ears when we were born. It's just not so recognizable but If you look closely you see mine has an A and a T and yours has a Z and a T."

I stare at him with wide eyes. I would find this hilarious if I didn't think it was true. This man spoke with such an honest tone in his voice I had no other choice than to believe him. Also the fact that the "birthmark" had 2 letters didn't go by me unnoticed. I just thought It was very similar to 2 letters, but I didn't thought it were mine. They were wrong. My initials would be Z. And the last name of Raina and Miguel. Not Z.T like the man's last name.

I tried again to deny his suspicions.

"I am an only child I think I'd know if I had a brother. Besides I don't know you so I don't believe you." Really mature I know but I didn't have another argument.

He looked at me like I was a crazy lady and said in his boring even tone; "you're my long lost sister Zina. You're the daughter of Marianna Rodríguez and Carlos Torres. You got kidnapped when you were 6 by the Russians and were given to your recent parents. I'm telling the truth Zina. We're your brothers."

I believed him and I don't know why. I had no reason to believe him. I don't know him. But I did. I believed him. But did he just say we? What's up with that? That's why I asked; "What do you mean by we?" He sighed and annoyed sigh and the next sentence he said shocked me.

"Zina you have 4 other brothers beside me."

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Omggg she finally met him! I'm not satisfied w this chapter. Might edit it later.

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