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- Leituras 656
- Votos 45
- Capítulos 13
Three brothers, triplets, bound by blood and a shared crucible of neglect, huddled together, their young faces hardened by a life devoid of tenderness.
Elias, the eldest, already carried the weight of the world in his winter storm eyes, a nascent ruthlessness simmering beneath a veneer of quiet observation. Julian, the middle, a coiled spring of restless energy, radiated a raw, untamed power, his fists perpetually clenched, ready for a fight. Kael, the youngest, his amber eyes holding a deceptive innocence, possessed a cunning that belied his years, a silent strategist in the making.They were the Thorne brothers, and the orphanage was their cage, a place where kindness was a rare commodity and survival was the only currency.
And then there was her. Anya. A slip of a girl with a mane of wild, untamed hair that seemed to defy gravity, and eyes the color of emeralds that sparkled with an infuriating defiance. She was a whirlwind of chaos, a brat, a firecracker, a constant thorn in their side. She hated them with a passion that burned as fiercely as their own disdain for her.
Their interactions were a series of skirmishes, petty cruelties, and venomous words, each exchange deepening the chasm of animosity between them.On that fateful night, A whisper of freedom, a fleeting moment of childish rebellion, a desire to be rid of the constant torment that was the Thorne brothers.
It went on for years untill brothers turned eighteen and Anya turned fifteen, in a moment of impulsive, misguided mischief, had unlatched the garden gate letting the brothers be taken away by some goons. They screamed cried panicked and then they were gone. Eleven years later they still loathed her and after watching her race on one of their race tracks a thirst of revenge ignited in them and it wouldn't calm untill they've had what they want.