No one warned them.
One day, without warning, three new figures arrived at the mansion.
They came in a black car, with the same cold posture as Agatha, and stepped out like they already knew the place…
Because chances are… they had been there before.
They were Agatha's children.
Victor, the eldest, seventeen years old.
Tall, dark hair, eyes sharp as knives.
He was sarcastic, cruel, and had a gift for finding people's weakest points… and using them against them.
Diana , fifteen.
Blonde, elegant on the outside, twisted on the inside.
She used fake smiles and sweet words as weapons of manipulation.
No one left unscathed after crossing her path.
Lucien , the youngest, fourteen.
Thin, silent. Always watching.
Always listening.
Rarely spoke, but when he did, his words often cut deep.
Sara saw them from the second-floor window.
She didn't need an introduction to know they wouldn't be allies.
"Who are they?" she asked Melinda while having tea in the kitchen.
Melinda sighed.
"Agatha's children," she replied. "They never come just for fun. If they're here… it means she's planning something."
Cold Introduction – The Family You Never Wanted to Meet
The next morning, during breakfast, Agatha introduced them as if it were the most natural thing in the world:
"Children, these are my sons and daughter. They will now be part of this house."
Sara felt a chill run down her spine.
"Part of this house?"
"That's right," Agatha said with a frosty smile. "This will be their new home. And you, dear Sara, will have to learn to live with them."
"You didn't tell me anything," Clara said nervously.
"I didn't need to," Agatha replied. "You know how I am."
Victor sat across from Sara, studying her openly.
"So, you must be the famous orphan," he said mockingly. "The owner of all this… though not for much longer, I suppose."
"What do you mean?" Sara asked firmly.
He smiled.
"Let's just say things change when new blood enters the game."
Diana giggled softly, playing with a strand of her hair.
"Don't worry, Sara. Don't stress over us. We're only here to help Mother 'organize' things."
Lucien didn't say a word.
He only fixed his gray eyes on Sara, as if he could read her thoughts.
From that day on, the mansion ceased to feel like her home.
The New Kings of Pain
Victor made it his mission to humiliate her in public, inventing stories about her rebellion, calling her a "spoiled brat who couldn't behave."
Diana followed her everywhere, spying on her movements, stealing her books, even dropping her food on the floor "by accident."
But it was Lucien who truly scared her.
One night, while searching the library shelves for a book she'd seen Yuri use frequently, she heard footsteps behind her.
"Looking for something interesting?"
It was Lucien.
"Stay out of it," Sara replied, closing the book.
He stepped closer.
"You know… Mother doesn't want you here. But neither do I. Unlike her, I don't pretend to care. I know exactly who you are."
"And who is that?"
Lucien smiled — but it wasn't a kind one.
"Someone who should've been gone a long time ago."
Then he walked away, leaving Sara alone… and trembling.
The Climax – A War Without a Flag
The climax came days later.
Sara had been secretly collecting letters, maps, and documents she found in her father's desk.
She was determined to find Elias Rhen.
But one day, returning to her room, she noticed something strange.
Everything was scattered.
The secret folder… was gone.
Persi meowed softly, looking toward the door.
Sara ran out.
She found Victor in the backyard, holding the folder and flipping through it with a satisfied grin.
"Is this yours?" he asked, feigning innocence. "Seems pretty important."
"Give it back," Sara demanded, extending her hand.
"Why? What's inside? Secrets?" Victor laughed. "Or maybe… evidence?"
Sara lunged forward, trying to grab it, but he lifted it high above his head, laughing as she jumped trying to reach it.
Finally, he stopped laughing and looked at her straight in the eye.
"Mother's right," he said. "You're pathetic. You think you can control this house… but you're nothing more than a shadow. A relic of the past that needs to disappear."
Sara clenched her jaw.
"If you touch even one of those papers… I swear I'll make your life miserable."
Victor raised an eyebrow.
"And how exactly do you plan to do that?"
Sara took a step forward, her voice low and filled with fury.
"Because I'm not staying silent any more.
Because I'm no longer afraid of you."
For a moment, Victor seemed surprised.
Then, with a dark smile, he handed the folder back.
"Do whatever you want then.
Just remember:
We are three.
And you…
Are completely alone."
Sara gripped the folder tightly.
"I'm not alone," she replied. "I have Persi.
And that's more than you'll ever have."
Victor frowned, but said nothing else.
He turned and walked away.
But Sara knew this wasn't the end.
It was only the beginning.