No one’s pov

"Uh so... Where are we going, My Lady?" Lily asked, eyes roaming around.

"Um actually... I myself have no idea," Viella admitted, her grip tightening on the steering wheel.

"We definitely can’t go back to Dante’s estate with the original book and these papers. If he finds out what we have....I definitely have no idea what he will do. Also if Alina finds out probably it won’t take long for Elias to find out as well’"

She glanced at the passing trees, her mind racing. "Nor can I return to my own estate. Thanks to that damn Dante. My parents also won’t let me in without tons of questions."

Suddenly a slow smirk began to spread across Viella’s face

"Now, only one option is left..."

Lily looked at her, completely confused. "One option? My Lady, you don’t mean—"

Viella didn’t answer with words. Instead, she started speeding up towards the familiar direction.

"I am coming..." Viella whispered, her eyes shining, "...my dear brother!"

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The towering, modern gates of Lucian’s estate loomed ahead.

Lily shifted in the passenger seat, her gaze turning cold. She looked Viella dead in the eye, her silence was loud enough to know what it meant, but Viella pointedly ignored her.

She knew Lily and Lucian got along about as well as oil and fire. Lucian was the only person who could out-stubborn Viella, and Lily found his attitude toward life beyond annoying.

The guards at the gate straightened up, their faces pale. They recognized the car- or at least the driver. To them, Viella wasn’t just a lady, she was the troublesome younger sister of their already troublesome boss.

"Open the gate!" Viella shouted, leaning out the window.

The guards didn’t move. They stood their ground, looking genuinely afraid to let her in without Lucian’s direct clearance.

Viella’s foot twitched over the accelerator. For a split second, she seriously considered just ramming the heavy iron bars.

I could totally crash through this, she thought, her eyes glinting. But then she glanced at the steering wheel.

"Ugh, fine," she muttered, letting out a frustrated huff. She couldn’t do the mistake of scratching Dante’s car. Stealing it was one thing,

returning it with a dented bumper was a one-way ticket to Hell.

Ehe, she thought to herself, a small, mischievous smirk appearing on her face. If that doesn’t work.....

She slammed her hand onto the horn, the loud sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood.

Lucian groaned, burying his face into his pillow as the aggressive honking of a Ferrari echoed even through the soundproof glass of his bedroom.

He had pulled an all-night shift at his office, and his head felt like it was being hammered from the inside.

He reached for the intercom, his voice thick with sleep and irritation. A maid answered immediately, her voice trembling.

"What is that noise? Who is causing a scene at my gate?" Lucian demanded.

"It’s... it’s Lady Viella, sir," the maid stammered.

"She’s demanding to be let in. The guards stopped her but she won’t leave."

Lucian narrowed his eyes. He knew his sister. If he gave her an inch, she’d take the whole house and turn it into a disaster zone. He wasn’t in the mood for her spoiled theatrics or whatever trouble she had dragged along this time.

"Don’t let her in," Lucian said flatly, his voice cold.

"Close the curtains and ignore her. She’ll get bored and go away by herself."

He cut the connection and rolled over, determined to get back to sleep.

Outside, the guards looked at the intercom and then back at the idling Ferrari. They didn’t move an inch to open the gate.

Viella sat in the driver’s seat, her hand still hovering over the horn. When the gates didn’t budge, her smirk twitched. "He really thinks he can just ignore through me?" she whispered, a dangerous glint appearing in her eyes.

Lily looked at the closed gates and then at Viella. "It seems your brother has better taste than I thought. He’s actually ignoring you."

"Oh, he’s not ignoring me," Viella muttered, shifting the car into gear. "He’s challenging me. And he forgot one thing...I am not the original viella who will eventually get bored and leave"

Viella took a deep breath and stepped out of the Ferrari, leaving Lily seated inside. Lily leaned back, watching with a look of pure second-hand embarrassment as Viella stood right in front of the massive gates.

Viella cleared her throat, taking a huge lungful of air.

"LUCIENNNNN! MY DEAR BROTHERRR! YOUR DEAR LITTLE BABY SISTER IS HEREEEEE! YOU CAN’T JUST ABANDON ME HERE ON THE ROAD! TAKE ME IN, MY DEAR BROTHER! I AM MISSING YOUUUU~"

Upstairs, Lucien’s eyes snapped open. He groaned, clutching his head. He knew she was loud, but he hadn’t realized she had developed the lung capacity of a professional opera singer.

"The heck... she’s way louder than I imagined," he hissed, pulling his blanket over his ears.

But Viella wasn’t finished. She saw movement in the windows of the neighboring mansions. People were starting to come out onto their balconies to see who was causing a scene at this hour.

"LUCIENNNNNNN!!!!!!!! BIG BROTHER!!!"

She ignored the judgmental stares of the wealthy neighbors and kept going, her voice reaching a pitch that probably made everyone lose their hearing,

"LUCI-"

Before she could finish the name, a window on the second floor slammed open. A large, fluffy pillow came flying out of the darkness, sailing through the air with surprising accuracy.

THWACK!

It hit Viella in the face, effectively muffling her mid-scream.

"SHUT UP!" Lucien’s voice roared from the balcony, sounding half-dead and completely fed up.

"I’m opening the damn gate! Just stop shouting my name before the police show up!"

Viella pulled the pillow away from her face, a sassy smirk returning to her lips. She caught the pillow and tucked it under her arm like a trophy.

"See, Lily?" she called out, walking back to the car. "I told you he missed me."

Viella pulled the Ferrari into the driveway. Lucian was already waiting at the front door in his silk pajamas, arms crossed tightly over his chest, looking like he wanted to either go back to sleep or commit a crime.

"What do you want, Viella?" he asked, his voice flat.

"Wow, I can’t even pay a visit to my brother now?" Viella chirped, stepping out of the car and dusting off the pillow she was still carrying.

"No," Lucian snapped.

"Soooo rude," she pouted.

Lucian’s eyes then drifted past her, landing on Lily who was standing beside the car with a deep, permanent frown. The air between them instantly turned icy.

"Can I leave, My Lady?" Lily asked, her voice tight with annoyance.

"No!" Viella shouted.

"Yes!" Lucian said at the exact same time.

Lily let out a frustrated huff and stayed exactly where she was, looking like she’d rather be anywhere else on the planet. Lucian ignored her and pointed a long finger at the sleek Ferrari idling in his driveway.

"Now, first of all, tell me whose car you stole?"

"Hey! Ladies don’t steal!" Viella argued, waving her hand dismissively. "I mean... I did steal that one, but STILL!! You think I can’t have one for myself?"

Lucian shook his head, a look of pure disbelief on his face. "You don’t even have a single penny to your name, let alone a car like this".

"You- " Viella stopped as she saw Lucian walking past her and started inspecting the car.

Lucian’s eyes practically popped out of his head as he circled the vehicle. All traces of sleep were gone, replaced by pure panic.

"Don’t... DON’T TELL ME THAT’S DANTE’S FREAKING FAVORITE CAR!!!"

Viella shifted her weight, looking up at the sky with a whistle. "Wow, look at those clouds, Lily. Nice weather today, right?"

Lily, standing like a statue, gave a slow, grim nod. "Very sunny, My Lady."

"VIELLA!!!!!!" Lucian roared, clutching his hair. "I HAVE TRIED TO BORROW THAT CAR FROM DANTE SO MANY TIMES! HE NEVER LETS ANYONE EVEN TOUCH IT! He treats that engine like his own child!"

He looked at the Ferrari, then at his sister, then back at the Ferrari. He looked like he was about to have a heart attack right there on his front porch.

"I was preparing for your wedding, but now it seems I’ve got to prepare for your funeral," Lucian groaned, rubbing his temples as if his head were about to explode. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Viella shrugged nonchalantly, leaning against the doorframe. "Oh, please. I got bored, so I just borrowed it from him, okay? No big deal."

"Borrowed?" Lucian barked, his voice climbing an octave. "No wonder you’re here. He probably kicked you out, or he’s hunting you down right now. I don’t know, and I don’t care! Either way, get out. I am not letting you in. I refuse to get dragged into your mess!"

"But I am already inside," Viella said simply.

Lucian spun around, his eyes widening as he realized she had already slipped past him into the foyer while he was busy ranting. She was currently making herself right at home, tossing the pillow she had caught onto a nearby chair.

Lucian pulled his phone from his pocket, his face cold.

"That’s it. I’m calling Dante. I’m telling him to come pick up his future wife and his car before my property value drops any further!"

"Ah, heck no! Don’t you dare!" Viella shrieked.

She lunged for the phone, but Lucian simply held it high above his head. Even on her tiptoes, Viella couldn’t reach his tall frame. She started jumping like a frustrated kitten, grabbing at his arm and climbing his side.

"Give it! Give it to me!"

In the heat of the struggle, Viella finally got her fingers around the device. But Lucian yanked back at the same time, and the phone went flying out of her hand.

Everyone’s eyes- Viella’s, Lucian’s, Lily’s and infact the guards followed the phone in slow motion as it flew,

CRASH.

The phone slammed corner-first into the Ferrari’s front windshield. A long, jagged white scratch appeared across the glass.

Viella’s eyes turned wide. "Was that a phone or a brick?!"

Lucian stood in frozen shock, his hands still shaped like he was holding the device. "WHAT DID YOU DOOOO????"

"IT WASN’T ME! IT WAS YOUR PHONE’S FAULT!" Viella screamed back, backing away.

"IT WAS YOU WHO THREW IT!" Lucian roared, his face turning a dangerous shade of red.

"YOU WEREN’T GIVING IT TO MEEEE!"

Lucian looked like he was genuinely about to murder her. Seeing the fire in his eyes, Viella wasted no time. She spun around and bolted into the mansion, her silk dress fluttering behind her as she scrambled up the stairs.

She ran into a terrified maid in the hallway and grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her.

"TELL ME WHERE THE OPEN GUESTROOM IS! HURRYYYYY!"

The shaken maid pointed a trembling finger toward an unlocked door at the end of the hall.

Viella stormed inside just as Lucian rounded the corner at high speed. She slammed the door shut and turned the lock just as his fist hit the wood.

"GET OUT OF THE ROOM, VIELLA!" Lucian screamed, rattling the handle.

"I AIN’T COMING OUT! DO AS YOU PLEASE!"

she yelled back through the door, leaning her weight against it. "Please listen to meeee, dear brother! It was an accident!"

Outside, Lily was still standing next to the scratched Ferrari, looking back and forth between the damaged car and the screaming mansion. She let out a long, tired sigh.

"Soo..." Lily muttered to herself. "Should I leave? Or should I just stay here and watch Lord Lucian’s annoying face for next 24 hour"

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TO BE CONTINUED