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Chapter 1 New Mission, Boss? A black luxury sedan slowly pulled away from the orphanage. Cassia Wood sat quietly in the back seat, head lowered, scrolling on her phone. Her face was calm, distant. Suddenly, her phone buzzed with a message. "Boss, got any new plans? The guys miss you." Cassia's slender fingers tapped on the screen. "I've left the orphanage. If you need me, come to Zrario. I'm taking a break for now." Her underling pressed, "Zrario? Boss, what's there? You got a big job there or something?" "No," she typed back. "I'm going home." The person on the other end was astounded. "Wait—what? You're kidding, right? You're an orphan! You grew up in the orphanage! How do you have a home to go back to?" Cassia didn't reply. She slipped the phone into her pocket and looked out the window. The car was quiet, almost too quiet. Geneva, the woman sitting beside her, was still emotional. She had seen Cassia texting earlier and hadn't wanted to interrupt. Now that Cassia seemed free, she decided to explain a bit about the family to mentally prepared Cassia. She reached out and gently took Cassia's hand. But Cassia pulled away instantly, almost by reflex. She saw the hurt in Geneva's eyes and murmured, "Sorry. I'm not used to being touched." "That's okay, sweetheart." Geneva smiled softly. "I just wanted to tell you that you have two older brothers and two younger sisters. When we get home, everyone will love you." The car filled again with Geneva's gentle voice. By the time they neared their destination, Cassia had a rough idea of what kind of family she was returning to. Honestly, it sounded complicated. The Woods was one of the most powerful names in Zrario, equal in influence to the Embers. The Woods were wealthy, respected, and had a long lineage. The current head of the family, Vance Wood, was the eldest of three brothers. He had four children already, and now, with Cassia found, that made five. When Cassia heard that, she was stunned. She glanced at Geneva with a strange look. Everyone in the Woods was successful—talented, accomplished. Cassia, on the other hand, had grown up struggling to survive, barely able to afford her next meal. She had no fancy education, no bright background. She was quiet and withdrawn. Geneva could tell she carried deep insecurity. It broke Geneva's heart. She silently vowed to make it up to her. As her mother, she wanted to give Cassia the best of everything she had missed. ... Zrario's wealthy neighborhood. By the time they reached home, the sky had turned a soft orange. Geneva stepped out of the car, then opened the door for Cassia. Cassia got out quietly and took in the view. It was a four-story manor—large, grand, and built like a castle. The estate stretched wide. The place was huge. Even from the outside, the vintage window carvings and elegant stone walls screamed wealth. Geneva saw Cassia standing still for a long time. She sighed, thinking the girl was overwhelmed. Poor child. She's probably never seen a place like this before. "Come on, sweetheart," Geneva said gently. Cassia followed her into the hall, her face calm and unreadable. It was dinner time. Everyone except Vance and his eldest son, Aspen Wood, was in the living room. The place was huge. Every word spoken bounced back in an echo. The moment they walked in, every pair of eyes turned toward them. Cassia's expression stayed the same—calm, cold, and impossible to read. She didn't look around or show the slightest interest in anything inside. Just then, a lively girl ran toward Geneva and threw herself into her arms. "Mommy! Where have you been all day? I looked for you everywhere!" She whined playfully, her tone spoiled and sweet. This was Danica Wood, the youngest child of the family. Born to Geneva, she was the family's little princess—spoiled by everyone but smart and at the top of her class. Before Geneva could answer, Danica noticed Cassia standing nearby. Her brows scrunched up. She chided arrogantly, "And who's this? Some bumpkin? Are you lost or something? This is my house." Cassia gave her a brief glance, her blue eyes cool and emotionless. Then she looked at Geneva and asked flatly, "Where's my room? I'd like to rest." "Humph! A country girl like you thinks you can live in our manor?" Danica's voice rose several pitches, loud enough for everyone in the living room to hear. Heads turned instantly, eyes falling on Cassia. "Danica, that's rude," Geneva scolded sharply. "This is your sister, Cassia. You will not speak to her like that again. I went out today to bring her home." Danica's face turned red with fury. She shot Cassia a glare filled with disgust and exploded, "She's not my sister—she's a bumpkin! My sister is Brie!" She stomped her foot, spun around, and ran off. Before Geneva could speak again, a cold, commanding voice cut through the air. "Geneva, what on earth is wrong with you? You think you can bring just anyone into this house? And now you've made my precious granddaughter cry!" Cassia turned toward the voice. At the base of the staircase stood an older woman with silver hair and sharp eyes that missed nothing. Her posture was straight, her presence commanding. A necklace of vivid green emeralds gleamed against her neck, and her burgundy suit gave her a look of elegance, dignity, and power. Even standing several steps away, her authority filled the entire room. There was no doubt; she was the oldest member of the Woods. "Victoria, this is Cassia. I brought her home today," Geneva said softly, holding Cassia's hand as they stepped forward. Her tone carried a hint of nervous respect. Victoria Wood glanced at them, her sharp eyes cold. "Geneva, you're still too naïve. There are plenty of liars out there. Everyone knows our family's wealthy, and they all want a piece of it. You really think after all these years, a child that young could suddenly be found?" "Victoria, it's no mistake. With how advanced technology is these days—" Geneva began quickly. "Hmph. Stubborn and foolish," Victoria snapped before Geneva could finish. She ignored them and walked toward the dining table. Geneva stood frozen for a moment, embarrassed. Her mother-in-law's harsh words had cut deep—especially in front of Cassia. She turned to look at Cassia, worried she might be hurt. Cassia's face remained calm and distant, as if none of it mattered to her. Just then, Vance and Aspen came home. When Vance saw Cassia, he stopped in surprise. The girl was tall and slender, her long hair tied into a simple ponytail. Her skin looked smooth and pale like the snow. Her features were so delicate they almost didn't seem real. Her blue eyes had a quiet power in them that made people uneasy. There was a trace of wild defiance that made her presence strangely intimidating. She wore a plain shirt tucked carelessly into her jeans, showing long, fair legs. Vance suddenly remembered what Geneva had told him that morning and started to piece things together. Still, this wasn't what they had discussed. "Why is she here?" Vance frowned, his tone heavy with impatience. Chapter 2 Still Naïve "Vance, this is our daughter. Isn't she supposed to be here?" Geneva finally lost her patience and snapped. "What daughter? Don't be ridiculous!" Vance growled, his voice full of frustration. Ever since Cassia showed up, the house had been in complete chaos. "Dad, please don't get angry," Brie Wood said softly, her tone calm and soothing. "Maybe Mom didn't know, but if Cassia really is part of the family, that would be great news. Still, we should be careful. There are many people out there trying to scam rich families like ours." Her words sounded gentle, but everyone could hear the hidden meaning behind them. The speaker was Brie, the family's third daughter, or at least, that's what most people thought. Brie's birth parents died in a car crash when she was six months old. Her father had been Vance's best friend, so Vance took her in and raised her like his own. He gave her the best of everything. Brie never disappointed him. She was talented, polite, and graceful—the kind of girl everyone adored. So when Brie spoke, people listened. And everyone in the room understood what she really meant. Cassia pressed her lips together. A faint mocking smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. Oh well, this is about to get interesting. "Brie, you're such a sweet girl," Vance said with a smile. "Oh, right—you've got your concert tomorrow, don't you? I'll come watch." Vance listened to those smooth, comforting words and finally began to calm down. "Okay, Dad. I'll do my best," Brie replied shyly, her cheeks a little pink. Danica crossed her arms and said with a mocking smile, "Brie, you'll definitely be the best one there—just like your idol, Arwing. Not like some girl from the countryside who probably doesn't even know what a piano is." Her words dripped with sarcasm, and she threw a deliberate glance at Cassia. Arwing? Haha. What a coincidence. Cassia's flawless face didn't show a trace of emotion. She stood there quietly, unbothered by the insults. To the others, though, her silence looked like stupidity. Vance's temper flared again as he looked at her. "I'm tired. I'd like to rest," Cassia said at last, her voice calm but impatient. The room went silent. Everyone stared at her as if she had just insulted the whole family. How shameless! How could she say that so boldly? Danica's eyes glinted with disdain. She let out a small laugh and said casually, "There's a side wing behind the main house. It's quiet there, perfect for someone like you to rest." Her tone was full of contempt. "Danica, what nonsense are you talking about? That's the servants' quarters! How could you ask your sister to stay there?" Geneva scolded sharply. "I don't see what's wrong with it," Danica muttered, crossing her arms. Victoria, sitting nearby, caught every word. She chimed in, "It's not like the side wing is worse than the orphanage she came from. You never really know what kind of person someone is, right? Better to be careful." Geneva took a breath and found her courage. She rebuked, "Victoria, Cassia has finally come home. I've already prepared a room for her on the third floor. She's a good kid—quiet and polite. She won't bother anyone." Without waiting for a reply, Geneva turned to Cassia with a gentle smile. "Come on, sweetheart. I'll take you upstairs." The way everyone reacted today took Geneva by surprise. She hadn't expected such hostility. Geneva felt sorry that Cassia had to face it. Cassia followed her up to the third floor. The room was at the very end of the hallway. When Geneva opened the door, everything inside was tidy, clearly arranged with care. "Cassia, I'm sorry," Geneva said softly. "They just don't understand you yet. They might sound harsh, but please don't take it to heart." "It's fine. I didn't," Cassia replied calmly, her tone flat—as if none of this really mattered to her. Geneva let out a small sigh of relief. She was glad about how understanding her daughter was. "Good girl. I'll go grab you something to eat. You should rest for a bit." Downstairs, the dining room was anything but peaceful. The conversation had turned into a storm. "What a buzzkill," Danica complained contemptuously, rolling her eyes. "Now we've got a total stranger living with us. It's so uncomfortable." Mom's really losing it. With all the scammers out there, how does she know that girl isn't just here for our money? "Danica, ignore her," Victoria said sharply. "Pretend she's invisible. I honestly don't know what your mother was thinking. Sure, we can feed one more person, but having her live here? Who knows what kind of trouble that might bring?" Her voice was cutting, and the wrinkles on her face deepened with every word. "What a mess," Vance muttered, rubbing his temples. "I heard she dropped out after middle school. No manners, no education. And now we have to enroll her in a new school?" Truthfully, he felt nothing for this daughter. Cassia's information flashed in his mind. Eighteen years old. Poor grades. Always skipping class. Vanished for two years, supposedly working odd jobs. Recently returned to the orphanage. Who knows what she had done? He'd been perfectly content with his life. Everything in his family was in order. Then, out of nowhere, this daughter appeared. Even if they were bound by blood, without growing up together, they were no different from strangers. And the truth was, Vance knew exactly how she'd gone missing back then. When it happened, he'd been fully aware. "Dad, I don't want to go to the same school as her! That's so embarrassing!" Danica protested the moment she heard her father was planning to enroll Cassia. What a joke! If people at school found out we're sisters, they'd never live it down. They would make fun of me! That bumpkin knew nothing about style or manners. She'd only drag me down. Danica and Brie both attended Zrario High, the best school in the city. Since they were around the same age, the girls were in the same grade but different classes. Brie was in the honors class—always ranking first or second, a true academic star. Danica was in the advanced class, and though not at the very top, she was still among the best. Vance took great pride in both of them. Every parent-teacher conference ended with him smiling ear to ear as other parents praised his daughters. But now, with Cassia's sudden return, all of that pride felt threatened. This girl was nothing but a disgrace waiting to happen. "Sweetheart, let's talk about this later," Vance said gently, trying to calm her down. In truth, even he wasn't sure what to do. Downstairs, the house buzzed with laughter and chatter. Upstairs, it was quiet—almost too quiet. Cassia lay on her bed, eyes closed. The night filled the silence until her phone suddenly began to ring. She opened her eyes slowly, reached over, and pressed answer. "What is it?" Her tone was cool and calm. The person on the other end didn't seem to mind. He was already used to that. "Cassia! You won't believe this—tomorrow's McKenzie Auction is going to have something exciting! You coming?" The man's voice carried excitement, though he tried to sound careful, almost respectful, as if he were speaking to someone far above him. It was Jake Madron—Cassia's trusted friend and loyal informant. He had ears everywhere, an information network that reached deep into circles most people couldn't even dream of. Whenever something rare, powerful, or valuable appeared showed up, Jake was always the first to know. And Cassia was always the first person he called. Chapter 3 Mr Grey Arrives in Zrario Cassia was a regular at auctions—one of the biggest spenders in the room. Every time she bought something, it usually cost millions. She frowned slightly. "What's so special this time?" Jake grinned. "Word is, there'll be original art from famous masters, rare herbs, and some high-end gemstones. The highlight of the night is that ruby—it's said to be a Renaissance artifact. Supposedly, when worn in the cold, it warms the body. People from all over the country are dying to get it." Jake's describing it with so much excitement it almost sounded magical. Warm in winter? That sounded too magical to be real. Cassia raised an eyebrow. If the gem really had such a strange property, it was worth checking out. A faint spark lit in her calm eyes as she typed a simple reply, "I'm coming." ... Zrario International Airport, main lobby. The VIP exit doors slid open, and a tall man stepped out. His expression was dark, his presence commanding. The air around him felt cold, sharp, and dangerous. People would think twice before approaching him. His posture was straight as an arrow, his movements controlled and elegant. Dressed in a tailored gray suit, he carried the kind of natural authority that comes from an affluent background. His sharp eyes cut through the air like blades, his lips pressed into a hard line. He was angry, no doubt about it. Behind him, several men in black followed closely, silent and tense. "Useless bunch," the man's deep voice rumbled, rich and low like a cello, but sharp enough to make them flinch. "You lost her again. What exactly do I pay you for?" "Mr. Grey, the last signal showed she's in Zrario," one of them said carefully. Without another word, the man strode forward. His subordinates were rushing to keep up. The entire group moved with military precision. It was impossible not to notice them. This was Draven Grey, heir to Vrastin's most powerful family and the head of its top financial empire. At only 24, Draven was already worth billions. Born with a silver spoon in his mouth, he didn't just inherit power; Draven expanded it. His business empire spanned real estate, luxury hotels, casinos, banks, and resorts, stretching across the globe. His company ranked among the world's top Fortune 500 corporations. But this time, Draven wasn't here for business. He'd come to Zrario for one reason—to find a miracle doctor who could save his grandfather's life. Ned Grey's heart condition had baffled every specialist in the country. Surgery was too risky for his age, and none of the famous doctors dared take the case. Then came a rumor about a reclusive genius surgeon with a flawless record. A miracle doctor who never failed even in the hardest heart and brain operations. The problem? This miracle doctor was known to be elusive and selective. She only treated people when she felt like it. Draven had sent out teams of experts to track the healer's movements, and after months of searching, they finally confirmed that the person was in Zrario. That's why he decided to come in person. But even after all that effort, his men still hadn't found a single clue. Draven had just checked in to the hotel and sat down when his phone rang. It was his childhood friend, Eric Ward. "Draven, are you in Zrario?" Eric's voice was full of excitement. Word of Draven's arrival had already spread through the city—loud and fast, just like everything he did. "Get to the point," Draven said flatly. His tone carried irritation. That miracle doctor had been dodging him for days, and he was running out of patience. "Perfect timing! Tomorrow, the McKenzies are hosting an auction. They're selling a rare ruby—one of a kind. Your grandfather's 70th birthday is coming up, right? It'd make an amazing gift. Want to come with me?" Eric's connections were solid. Since Draven was his closest friend, he figured he'd extend the invite. "I'm here for business," Draven said coldly, not sharing Eric's enthusiasm. Fuck you! Business? What's so unserious about an auction? Eric rolling his eyes. "What kind of business?" he asked, curiosity getting the better of him. Draven never handled small matters himself. "I'm looking for a miracle doctor," Draven told him honestly in a cold voice. "Looking for a miracle doctor?" Eric asked, his tone suddenly cautious. "Draven, come on, just tell me the truth. The rumors—are they real?" He cleared his throat awkwardly. "The guys from Vrastin have been talking. They said that car crash three months ago ... messed up your leg—and, uh ... maybe something else. You know, the kind of injury that would make a man ... not quite himself anymore," Eric asked carefully. After all, this was a matter that touched a man's pride. Draven's lips were twitching slightly before his expression froze into ice. "Fuck off!" Eric blinked, stunned. Oh, great. Did I just step on a landmine? He tried to recover, forcing a laugh. "Alright, alright. No offense, buddy. But come on, the auction won't take long. Who knows? You might even find something interesting there." Draven thought of his grandfather, who had always loved antiques. After a long pause, he said coldly, "Fine." Eric was caught off guard. Draven rarely changed his mind once he said no. His buddy was unpredictable. ... The next morning, Cassia wore her usual outfit—a plain T-shirt and an old pair of jeans. She headed downstairs, her steps light but steady. As she passed the second floor, she froze. She hadn't meant to listen, but when she heard her name, her feet stopped on their own. "Geneva must have lost her mind," came a sharp, commanding voice. "We finally got rid of that girl with rotten luck. She actually goes and brings her home?" It was Victoria. "Keep your voice down, Mom," Vance whispered quickly. "No one else knows the truth. She still thinks the child was kidnapped. Geneva doesn't know we were the ones who sent her away." "Good thing we did," Victoria snapped. "If we hadn't, this family would've gone under. The moment that cursed child was born, our business tanked and debts piled up. We only started recovering after she was gone." Her voice turned cold and sharp. "And now she's back. Who knows what kind of disaster she'll bring this time?" "Mom, maybe it's just a coincidence?" Vance frowned. The economy had been bad across the country during those years. They couldn't blame it all on a girl. "Coincidence? You can open your eyes and see for yourself," Victoria snapped. She'd been a believer her whole life, almost superstitious in how she saw fate. Vance sighed quietly. Cassia listened from the side, a faint, mocking smile tugging at her lips. So that's what this is about. Her face stayed calm, almost detached, as if they weren't talking about her. Without another word, she quietly walked away. ... It was well deserved to be one of the country's most famous auctions. By the time Cassia arrived, the venue was already packed. Entrepreneurs, celebrities, and high-society figures filled the elegant space. Jake was waiting by the entrance. When he spotted her, he waved with a grin. Who would ever guess? The quiet girl walking toward him was a true powerhouse. She had mastered piano, medicine, art, design, and even racing. Whatever she touched, she excelled at it. "Why are there so many people today?" Cassia asked, glancing around. "I've seen half of them in finance magazines." Jake leaned closer, lowering his voice. "Word is, Mr. Grey from Vrastin's coming. As soon as that news got out, every big name in Zrario showed up." Auctions weren't just about buying rare items. They were about showing power, status, and wealth. Networking, more than anything else. The upper circle of Zrario wasn't large, but it was tight. Everyone knew everyone. While they talked, the crowd suddenly shifted. A tall man stepped into view. His figure was straight and sharp, his tailored suit fitting him perfectly. The air around him was cool and commanding. His presence was impossible to ignore. And then there was his face. So perfect it looked sculpted by the maker himself—cold, flawless, magnetic. Even without saying a word, he drew every eye in the room.

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