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Ferran Torres was clearly a loved name in this city, hell, in this country. It was definitely crazy to see that, almost as crazy as the fact that I now lived in Spain. And thinking that the reason for the move was that Beatrice Beaumont and Ferran Torres were siblings was also an insane thought.
She sighed looking around the house she was inside, she had no issues with big spaces, in fact she was used to bigger houses, but it was definitely different to be somewhere that didn't belong to her and she had no friends.
Ferran was back to training and she was left to figure out the organization in her room, while she could afford to hire someone to do it, she wanted to prove a point.
Her and Ferran may be siblings but they did not grow up together, and while it was not true, she was sure her step-brother did not like her. He did like her, he loved her as much as she did, however, he also did have the moments where he thought she was a spoiled brat.
She was spoiled, but not in a bad way. She grew up with money and that was a fact, her family owned a billionaire empire of hotels and she lived 98% of her time with them. She didn't even considered herself half Spanish. Despite it all she learned how to work towards what she wanted and success, many would say she had the same workaholic spirit of her father.
Besides getting the Torres name from her mother, which ironically enough it was her marriage name already, she has not a lot in common with the Spanish side of the family, she noticed that early on and after a couple attempts to change that, she gave up.
However, she made a promise that both sides of the family intended in having her fulfill. Move to Spain and build a relationship with her step-siblings.
So there she was, living in Barcelona, not knowing a single soul in that place and hoping to at least make her brother like her.
