Sunlight spilled across the golden gates of a mansion no ordinary soul could afford—built with billions of Dillira, the rarest currency of all.
Inside the grand home of President Holande sat a young woman in the warmth of morning light. Elegant. Lonely. Misunderstood.
Her name was Elena Lovette Holande, the last-born and only daughter in a powerful political dynasty. She was twenty, beautiful, and utterly invisible.
Born the day her mother—Mrs. Elands Lovette—died, Elena carried a cruel legacy. Whispers followed her like a curse:
"She killed her own mother.""A cursed child.""Nothing but a waste of money."
No one questioned it. No one challenged it.
So Elena did what she did best:She lived in excess.
Designer gowns, luxurious trips, unheard-of gadgets—her motto became:
"If no one cares, then I'll spend like they do."
She didn't need everyone's love. She didn't need attention.Because she was used to living without either.
A yawn escaped her lips as she reclined in a rose-scented bath.
"Mmm‑aaah…"
Towel wrapped around flawless skin, she moved toward her plush bed and dropped her phone.
"Haaa…" The sigh echoed in empty space as she scrolled through social chats with friends she barely knew.
Suddenly — a knock at the door.
❝Miss Elena, your father asks for you.❞
Her heart paused. Mouth felt dry.
Why now? Why me?
She entered the stately hall, where a family of twelve — three wives, nine children, and a stern patriarch — sat in engineered silence.
❝Elena, you're late.❞ said the coldest of his wives.
❝Sorry, ma'am…❞ Elena replied quietly.
Another voice — cold and soft — said,
❝Mia, see to her…let her cook as punishment.❞Mia — the youngest, strongest — nodded and consoled,❝Yes, ma'am.❞
Elena didn't protest. She kept her head down and walked away.
But outside, in the driveway, something—or someone—caught her attention.
A teenage mechanic — Jake — had nearly hit her with a sleek hover-car. Instead of outraged fury, she delivered harsh words.
He blinked."I'm sorry, ma'am," he said.
Then he walked away.
That silent act… puzzled her.
Who is that boy?Why does he seem like he doesn't belong… and somehow fits perfectly?
➡️ To Be Continued...