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               Prologue

Ancient Chinese speak of a thread tied around the legs of all those whose destines intersect at some point in life.
No matter how long it takes, it may twist or stretch but it will never break.
This is fate.

Zoe
Being born into my wealthy family isn't the blessing most people think it is.
No--- it's mostly a curse.
Don't let the luxurious cars and expensive jewerly fool you, being a Kincaid is hell everlasting.

Thanks to my father, my six sisters and I know the true definition of loneliness.

My father Alasdair 'allah' Kincaid, aka the "god of the business world" is known around the world as one of the richest, most dangerous, and unbeatable business tycoon.

Amongst all this my father has proven to be so much more despicable.

For as long as I've known, Alasdair has always been a bad man and a terrible father, but when my mother died eight years ago it snapped something in him.

He became a monster.

I remembered returning from school being surrounded by three armed body guards; the usual after school pick up party, to find my sisters in the living room waiting for my father's "big" news.

I was only eleven and Roisin, my younger sister was nine. We always returned from school together.

Shortly after we settled in, he stepped out of his office with his usual hostile demeanor carrying three months old Lily in his arms and dropped the bomb.
"Your mother is dead", he said. "Died in her sleep"

Wait what!?!

The shock on my sisters faces.

All except Erin, my eldest sister. She was well aware of what he is capable of, and was involved in his "buisness" the longest.

She always took his side. Always.

"Mourn her and get over it"
He said.

Excuse me.

Excuse me??!?!!!?

My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe it.

I am no parenting expert, but that is no way to drop a news of such magnitude on kids and secondly, how could he have been so cold and emotionless over the death of his wife of twenty one years.

He didn't even let us see her.
He had her body incriminated and shipped days later to her sister. Aunty Maya.

Or atleast so we were told.

Soon after, the family started to fall bit by bit.

Erin, my eldest sister got married off to the first rich man at sight, whom my father killed two years after their marriage.

Two months after the death of her first husband, he had her married off again to the next rich bafoon and I, was sent off to an all girls boarding school in Syria.

It took some real convincing and me getting shot in the arm by a stray bullet to make him change his mind.

I home schooled the rest of my life.
Dad had some sweet connections, so I got a pretty good education. From the comfort of my home.

For the rest of my high school, I was taught by a strict German governess and for my college, dad had Oxford professors fly in to teach me.
Every single day of the week for three years. Including Sundays.

At the age of twenty, I had already gotten my degrees in business management, like all my sisters ahead of me and was ready to work for all powerful daddy.

Nothing dirty. Just simple company work. Only Erin does the dirty work.

No one knows what it is exactly she does for dad.
Drugs? Drug trafficking? Human trafficking?

I got fed up of asking her what it was she did for dad.

My sisters and my father never saw eye to eye after my mum's death.
When we weren't pretending to be a happy family for the cameras, Anika, my immediate elder sister was trying to kill him. Literally.

Convinced he killed our mother, she hates him the most.
We have to keep them miles away from each other.

Once she shot him in the arm at a conference meeting at Kincaid enterprises.
The meeting ended with foreign investigators running for their dear lives and cursing out in their different languages.

You had to hear the Chinese......
It was priceless

It would have been funny as hell if dad did not have Anika sent to some rehab camp for bratty kids for five months.

It wasn't long before I realized the kind of man he was, and the possibility that he had actually killed his wife. A woman he claimed to love.

It was like he blamed us for the unhappiness he suffered while they were together, and this was his way of punishing us. By making us as unhappy as he was.

He decides it all.
Who we become and how we become it.
Who we are allowed to love, fuck and who we finally get married to.
Be friends with.

Happiness was practically prohibited.

And you dare not go against him.

Vacations used to be our only escape from reality.

The Bahamas. The Taj Mahal.
Some white sand and ocean breeze somewhere far away from our father. Where we could forget reality.

But somehow our father's sins always managed to follow us wherever we went.
There was no escaping......

When he wasn't giving us a hard time, locals were.

Complete strangers pointing fingers at us for been our father's daughters.
It always ended terribly.

Paparazzi everywhere.
Fake smiles your cheek could explode.
Death threats. Kidnaps.
Actual deaths.

"Those rich Kincaid brats!!!!" They called us.

Like it wasn't bad enough being the man's daughters, they had to remind us occasionally.

It suddenly felt normal to be sad and lonely and rejected.

I love my sisters. I do.
All six of them.

But sometimes I wondered what it would be like away from all of them. Away from my father.

In a place where no one knew who I was.
Where no one cared who I was.

Where I wasn't "that rich Kincaid brat."

Where I Was Just Zoe.
That would be the real get away.

               S. T. A. Y

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