Mikhail Redfern Arsenault

Chapter 1

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Mikhail's POV

I didn't need to honk my car horn for the guards on duty at the Hacienda gate to open it because it automatically opened when my car's front bumper touched the iron gate. Upon entering, I parked properly in the designated area at the entrance of the hacienda.

There's an unwritten rule prohibiting cars from roaming within the hacienda's vicinity, except for emergencies or when the elders of our clan are present. In such cases, horses are the preferred mode of transportation throughout the hacienda.

This unwritten rule brought excitement, as the Arsenault clan has a fondness for stallions. After exiting the car and pocketing the key, I nodded in response to the guards' greetings and made my way to the stable located at the entrance of the mansion. There, I selected my stallion, Lightning.

Mounting my horse, I set off at a gallop down the road. I reached the hill first, which is part of the road and allows passage. Upon reaching its peak, I halted the horse to take in the view of the entire mansion. The hill's elevation offers a vantage point not only of the hacienda but also of the entire Barangay.

The view from the hill is forever etched in my memory, and every time I see it, I'm still awestruck. From there, I could see the grand villa standing proudly in the center of the vast estate.

Scattered around the villa were charming log cabins, where my cousins Claizer, Blaine, and Vairon were staying. My siblings and other family members are currently in Paris, France. They don't live permanently on the hacienda as they have their own businesses, and my cousins have theirs in Manila.

is a renowned singer, Claizer is a rising chef, Blaine is a businessman, and it seems they're all just enjoying a vacation at the hacienda. It's a place we all visit when we need to escape the city's hustle and bustle.

I took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling invigorated, before deciding to head back to the villa. I knew my cousins were waiting for me. Gently patting my horse, I signaled for her to continue running. Just a few minutes later, I was in the villa's courtyard, laughing and catching up with my cousins.

After a satisfying lunch, we decided to have a horse race. Last week, it was Blaine and Vainzer competing, and now it was my turn to race against Claizer.

"I'll bet on your manager," I heard Blaine say to Vairon as they prepared their horses at the starting line. Apart from being a businessman, Blaine also served as Vainzer's dedicated manager. This arrangement was set by our elders to allow Vainzer to pursue a singing career, not because she was unqualified.