𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆!!!
PROLOGUE
F:- " Tell me where were you the whole night".
I:- " Actually Mom, I fainted, a girl and her brother help me I was with them". I told the truth to them.
D:-" Then why didn't you contact an...
It’s been three months since my family left. During this time, I’ve been busy learning new skills like golf, guitar, dance, and singing. I’ve also spent a lot of time with my papa and brothers—they love me so much, and I cherish every moment with them.
Now, I need to decide on a stream for my further studies. College admissions will start soon, and I have to make my choice. I’ve always loved finance, so I discussed it with my brothers, and they wholeheartedly supported my decision.
Tomorrow, we’re going shopping because, according to my brothers, I need a new wardrobe. They think my current clothes are outdated, though I don’t agree. But knowing them, there’s no arguing about it. I should sleep early to be ready for tomorrow. Thankfully, my nightmares have reduced a lot lately, and I hope I get a peaceful sleep tonight.
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The Next Morning
I woke up, completed my morning routine, and got ready in a simple yet elegant dress. As I walked to the dining room, everyone was already seated. They greeted me with cheerful “Good mornings,” and I returned their greetings with a smile. After breakfast, we left for the mall.
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By “we,” I mean Aurelio, Andre, Matteo, Sam, Alley, and me.
A/N: (Sam and Alley are my and Aurelio’s personal bodyguards.)
When we arrived at the mall, I was shocked to learn my family owns it. I mean, I know they’re wealthy, but owning an entire mall is next-level “Richie Rich.”
We started with Gucci, where we bought perfumes, shoes, bags, and t-shirts. After that, we visited Marella.
(Marella is a clothing brand I found online, and picked up some stylish outfits.)
By the end of our shopping spree, we had spent a fortune, but my brothers didn’t even bat an eye. Of course, they wouldn’t—I hold 5-10% shares in their company just for graduating high school with good grades!
After shopping, they dropped me off at a spa for some self-care, followed by a salon visit for a haircut. Once done, we headed to the food court, where my brothers ordered an overwhelming amount of food: six chicken burgers with cheese, five chicken keema sandwiches, six chicken steaks, six vegetable salads, and cold coffee for everyone.
“How am I supposed to finish this?” I thought to myself. Thankfully, I shared some of my food with Andre, who knows I eat slowly and less than the rest of them.
On our way home, we stopped for ice cream and bought extras for the rest of my brothers—otherwise, they’d sulk and accuse me of forgetting them. Honestly, sometimes they act like grown-up children. But I love them all.
