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Chapter 11

Three sleek black cars pulled up to the entrance, their engines purring softly as they came to a halt. The guards, dressed in sharp suits and sunglasses, quickly emerged from the vehicles and opened the doors for him. With a regal air, he stepped out of the car, his presence commanding attention.

Lord Smith, the Godfather, surveyed the familiar surroundings with a sense of nostalgia. The clan estate had always been a place of power and prestige, but now, after all these years, it seemed to have grown even more magnificent. As he made his way towards the entrance, he was greeted by the smiling faces of the clan members who had gathered to welcome him home.

"Welcome back, Godfather," they chorused in unison, their voices filled with respect and admiration. Lotus, Lyric, and Lucky, rushed forward to greet him, their excitement palpable. They enveloped him in tight hugs, their affection almost overwhelming.

"I think I'm not breathing again," Lord Smith joked, his deep voice tinged with amusement as they finally released him.

"Welcome back, Dad," Lyric beamed, her eyes sparkling with joy.

Lord Smith chuckled at her enthusiasm before turning to address the group. "How has Scarlet been treating you all? Is she giving you a hard time? If so, just let me know, and I'll straighten her out," he teased, his tone lighthearted.

Diego approached Lord Smith with a grin. "You're back?" he exclaimed, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

Lord Smith nodded, a wry smile playing on his lips. "Yes, thanks to my devilish daughter," he replied, referring to a recent incident that had caused quite a stir within the clan.

Dracula, with his booming voice, joined the group, wrapping Lord Smith in a bear hug. "And she took care of those pesky FBI agents who dared to cross us," he added, his loyalty unwavering.

Lord Smith's eyes twinkled with amusement as he soaked in the warmth of his clan's welcome.

"I never knew you all missed me this much. It feels good to be wanted," he remarked, his gaze sweeping over the assembled members.

Turning to Lucky, he inquired, "Where is that devil of mine?"

"She's getting ready to leave for Russia," Lucky replied, a mischievous glint in her eye.

Lord Smith chuckled at the thought of Scarlet's upcoming adventures before setting off towards the heart of the estate, eager to catch up with his beloved daughter and hear about the latest developments in the clan.

β˜…β˜…β˜… ROOFTOP β˜…β˜…β˜…

Scarlet stood staring at the helicopter that just arrived and smirked, going to Russia as a bodyguard to her enemy is more interesting than she thought. She told Chance to hack into the Agency's database to get more information cause she was sure that Mia would contact them to tighten her security. Just as she like it. She was still in thoughts when Lord Smith came to her.

" Going to Russia?" He asked staring at her. He left her when she just young but now she has matured into a beautiful, curved lady.

" Yes, time to visit my enemy" she said coldly, before turning to met his gaze. " I have a surprise for you about Santiago but wait till am back. I also discovered a dreadful secrets about you and triplets, but it will all be exposed soon. Till then"

"Are you sure about this, Scarlet?" Lord Smith's voice carried a hint of concern.

Scarlet turned to face him, a glint of determination in her eyes. "I've never been more sure about anything in my life. It's time to confront the past and secure the future."

Lord Smith nodded solemnly, his gaze lingering on her retreating figure as she boarded the helicopter. Secrets and revelations hung in the air, creating an aura of mystery and intrigue. She's more dangerous now , than ever. As the helicopter took off, he turned shapely and went down from the rooftop. But his eyes flicked something dangerous. As the helicopter soared into the sky, Scarlet couldn't shake off the feeling of excitement mixed with a tinge of apprehension. The wind whipped through her hair, and she could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins. She glanced back at Lord Smith, who stood on the rooftop, his expression unreadable.

As the chopper flew towards its destination, Scarlet's mind raced with plans and strategies. She knew that the journey ahead would be fraught with danger, but she was prepared to face whatever challenges came her way.

β˜…β˜…β˜… RUSSIA ~~~~~ AIRPORT β˜…β˜…β˜…

Hours later, the helicopter touched down on Russian soil, and Scarlet stepped out onto the tarmac, her senses alert and sharp. She was greeted by a group of armed guards, their expressions wary but respectful.

"I'm here to see Mia," Scarlet announced, her voice firm and commanding. "Take me to her."

The guards exchanged a glance before leading her towards a sleek black car waiting nearby. As they drove through the bustling streets of Moscow, Scarlet's thoughts drifted to the impending confrontation with her nemesis.

Finally, they arrived at a lavish mansion, guarded by high walls and security cameras. Scarlet alighted from the car, her heart pounding with anticipation. This was it – the moment she had been preparing for.

As she strode towards the imposing entrance, the doors swung open, revealing Mia standing in the grand foyer, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Well, well, well, Scarlet Decula. Where you waiting for my death before coming?" Mia taunted, her eyes glittering with malice. But on a closer look she realized that Scarlet Decula looks exactly like Scarlet Keys from 20 years ago. How is that possible?

Scarlet's jaw clenched, but she maintained her composure. "I'm here to settle our score once and for all. And trust me, Mia, you won't know what hit you." She thought but smiled trying to buy her trust.

" Sorry ma'am, am just coming back from a mission" she lied, still scanning the area for camera's.

" Who's your mother? Where are you from?" Mia asked senselessly.

" Am sorry ma'am but am not permitted to disclose my identity to you. Just that my name is Scarlet Decula and am from Italy " she replied with a hardened expression, and void of emotions.

Mia nodded as she motioned her maids to take her to her room but as Scarlet walked away something caught her attention. A black tattoo instead of a colorful one, like in the picture.

" Wait!!!! " She yelled, Scarlet turned her expression remained the same. " Can I see your tattoo?" She demanded.

" This!" Scarlet raised her hand revealing a colorful one. " It's a birth mark not tattoo "

Scarlet watched, a wave of fear crept over Mia delicate features, twisting them into a mask of terror. It was a sight that both fascinated and repelled her, a cruel reminder of the power that her enemy held over her mind.

To sow seeds of doubt in her mind, to erode her self-confidence until she could no longer trust her own thoughts. And then, when Mia was at her most vulnerable, she would strike, slowly and methodically, until Mia breathed her last.

Memories of their childhood together flooded Scarlet's mind, bittersweet images of laughter and innocence now tainted by the dark shadow of tragedy. The image of her family's brutal demise played out before her, each detail etched into her soul, making it impossible to see anything beyond the horror that had unfolded before her very eyes.

But Scarlet was determined. She swore to herself that she would not meet the same fate as her loved ones. No, she would make her enemy pay, make them suffer for every ounce of pain they had inflicted upon her. Their death would be swift, but not swift enough to erase the agony they had caused.

The keys to Acne's Corporation now lay solely in Mia's hands, a legacy of her father's wealth and power. It was a responsibility she bore with grim determination, knowing that Mia alone held the key to her father's companies, just made her blood boil. With a steely resolve, Scarlet steeled herself for the bloody game that lay ahead.

" Any problem?" She asked coldly

In a hushed tone, Mia uttered, "No. You can go," her voice trembling imperceptibly as she struggled to conceal the waves of fear crashing against her facade. Despite her efforts, the mask of composure she wore shattered like fragile glass, betraying the turmoil within. As Scarlet turned and ascended the stairs to her room, a sense of foreboding gripped Mia's heart like icy tendrils. Watching the other woman's retreating figure, Mia felt an inexplicable chill settle over her, as if she had unwittingly beckoned danger to dance at her doorstep, perhaps even welcomed death into her midst. Mia's features, usually stoic and unyielding, now bore the traces of vulnerability that she fought so hard to conceal. Her eyes, typically devoid of emotion, seemed to mirror the abyss of her soul, reflecting a haunting emptiness that sent shivers down her spine. The birthmark on her hand, once dismissed as a mere blemish, now radiated an unsettling aura, casting shadows of doubt and suspicion upon her. Despite the unsettling presence that Mia exuded, she was acutely aware of her own powerlessness in the face of impending peril. She clung to the faint glimmer of hope that flickered within her, her only lifeline in a world where she felt hunted, pursued by shadows that threatened to consume her very existence.

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