VanessaSantiano
~"To them, she is just a girl, a pawn. But I know better. Pawns can become queens if you play the board right." ~
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The night smelled of smoke and iron.
Madrid's streets were quiet, but silence here was never peace. Silence meant someone had already lost.
Vanessa Santiano stood at the edge of her father's empire, her wrists raw from ropes, her eyes fixed on the shadows that moved like predators. She was not a daughter. She was not a sister. She was leverage.
Her father, Marco, had promised her away - a deal inked in blood and betrayal. The Italians wanted her. The Russians had her. And Spain itself trembled beneath the weight of her name.
She remembered Diego's voice, quiet but sharp. "You see too much, hermana. And one day, that will save you."
But Diego was far away, moving in silence. Lucas shouted of war. Mateo whispered of politics. Marco drowned in smoke. None of them cared for her - not truly. Only Diego did.
Now, in the Romanov estate, Vanessa listened to Russian voices cut through the dark.
"Она наша теперь," one muttered. (She is ours now.)
Another replied, "Итальянцы слабы." (The Italians are weak.)
Her chest tightened. She understood enough. She was the prize in a war she never chose.
And yet, beneath the fear, something sharper stirred.
If she was leverage, she had power. If she was bait, she had teeth.
The candle flickered, shadows dancing across the walls. Vanessa whispered to herself, her voice trembling but defiant:
"I will survive this. I will outlast them. And when the time comes, I will choose who breaks first."
Outside, wolves circled. Inside, silence sharpened into steel.
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