Jhanvi Rathore.
She was as normal as they got, besides the fact that she had no friends.
Jhanvi, an overachiever, academic weapon, she thought she was just a normal indian teenager, but she wasnt.
The De Santis family, also known as the italian ma...
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After what felt like a million years, we finally reached Enzo's house. I stepped out of the car, and my jaw dropped. I knew these guys were rich, but this was beyond anything I had imagined. It was more of a castle than a house. The towering structure loomed over us, with its grand arches and intricate stonework. God, it must get lonely in there.
I slowly turned my head to find Enzo next to me, grinning like crazy. "Do your brothers know I'm here?" I gulped, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach.
"No, not yet," he said as if it was nothing. Newsflash: it's not nothing!
"Let's get this over with," I huffed, trying to muster some courage.
"Try to be a little happier, bambina," he said, grabbing my chin and using his hand to force my lips into a smile. God, brothers are annoying.
I escaped from his grip. "Let's go, come on."
"Well, are you coming, bambina?" he said from in front of me, already heading towards the massive front doors.
"Yes," I muttered, following him, bracing myself for impact.
We stepped inside, and I immediately felt the weight of the place. The grand foyer was adorned with marble floors, crystal chandeliers, and ornate furniture. It was grand, intimidating, and filled with an air of history and power. Just as I was taking it all in, a guy with long, messy black hair and sharp hazel eyes looked at me and sneered, "Oh look, another one of Enzo's whores."
I froze. God, I'm so over being an introvert.
"Alessandro, she's not a whore," Lorenzo said, giving a very sharp glare.
Just then, an older man walked in. He looked old enough to be my dad. God, is he my dad?
"Enzo, chi è lei?" the man spoke up with a cold expression. He had a peppered beard and graying hair. (Enzo, who is she?)
"Papà, questa è tua figlia," Enzo said, and the man froze, looking at me as if trying to figure something out. (Dad, this is your daughter.)
"Is she?" Alessandro spoke up, his expression just as shocked.
"Yes, I met her mother, and she has the ring," Enzo said quietly.
"Prove it," another guy came into the room. His hair was shorter and neater, yet still long, if that makes sense, and he had sharp grey eyes.
"Bambina, show us the ring," Enzo urged me. I slowly, hesitantly, took the ring off my finger and handed it to the man who I presumed was my father.
He examined it very carefully, running his fingers over the initials. "It's her, Luciano," he gulped, his voice shaky. Why was he almost crying? I don't know how to deal with almost crying people.
"Right, hi, I'm Jhanvi Rathore," I said, trying to appear confident.
Luciano came closer to me and bent down to my level. "Bambina?" he asked, staring into my eyes.
"Yes?" I asked hesitantly, and before I knew it, I was engulfed in a hug from him.
"Alessandro, it's her," Luciano said quietly.
"Okay," Alessandro came closer and hugged me too.
I felt overwhelmed by the sudden affection. These people, who were strangers just moments ago, were now embracing me as if I had always been a part of their lives. It was both comforting and terrifying.
"What's all the commotion about?" a pretty woman asked as she came down the stairs. She must be Evangeline.
"She's home, Mom," Alessandro said, his voice thick with emotion.
Evangeline looked at me, her eyes wide. "She is, isn't she? She's pretty." She walked towards me, wearing all black. The only thing that wasn't black was her striking red hair.
"I'm Evangeline," she said, coming closer. She was just a tiny bit shorter than me, and she radiated warmth and kindness. She was so happy, so sweet.
"Sweety, you can call me Eva," she said.
"Okay, um, thanks?" I replied awkwardly, still processing everything.
"You know, I used to be just like you, with the timidness and the awkwardness," she said with a smile.
"Really?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes," she nodded, her smile widening.
Just then, another guy walked in. His hair was lighter, almost blonde, and he had baby blue eyes.
"Oh hey!" he grinned, looking at me.
"Who are you?" he asked, still smiling.
"I'm Jhanvi," I said, and the smile dropped from his face.
"As in—" he started, but I cut him off. "Yes, as in your sister."
He took a moment to process it but then came back on track. He hugged me, very tightly.
"I'm—" he began, but I finished for him, "You are Kai De Santis."
"How'd you know?" Alessandro asked me, clearly impressed.
"Well, I know that you guys are Alessandro, Luciano, and Enzo," I said, and Enzo grinned when I called him by a nickname. "That leaves Kai and Kade, and from what I've been told, Kai is the happy, smiley, sunshine guy."
"Well, I'm Kai," he said, continuing to grin. I chuckled at his expressions.
"Who's this?" Another guy stalked down the stairs. He had a grumpy demeanor, with piercing grey eyes and black hair.
"Jhanvi," Kai said for me, still grinning.
"As in—" he started, but I finished for him, "Yup."
"Why is she here?" he asked rudely.
"KADE. She's your sister," Eva said loudly, her voice filled with a mix of excitement and admonishment.
"Really?" he asked, shocked.
"That's what I just said, dumbass," Kai said, rolling his eyes.
Kade stalked over to me, his expression softening as he got closer. Without warning, he hugged me very tightly, his grip strong and reassuring. I felt a wave of emotions wash over me—relief, confusion, and a strange sense of belonging.
"Welcome home, Jhanvi," Kade said quietly, his voice filled with sincerity.
I hugged him back, feeling the warmth of his embrace. "Thanks," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
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A/n: Now they've met. Next chapter is about her new school which is where the plot starts actully. (theres romance in it toooo). theres this idea that I had for a long time and I'm mixing those characters and everything into this story and trust me it's amazing and this might just turn into a series. 😅🫠✨✨
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