My name is Luisa Brown, I'm 17 years old, and I am an orphan. My mother passed away a year ago in an accident. We never attended her funeral because our father forbade us from going, and he took away anything that reminded us of her. I live with my brother and my dad, who owns a chain of renowned hotels across the United States.

He always humiliated my mother for being a humble woman. Our nanny told me that my father was forced to marry my mother against his will, as he loved another woman. My grandparents demanded an heir from him, so he had Matias, but I was born as an unwanted child from a drunken night. Since that day, my father has shown me nothing but contempt. I always tried to make him love me, but instead, I received even more scorn from him.

I attend a prestigious high school because it would be scandalous for one of his children to study at a less prestigious school. It's all about appearances, so no one would discover how miserable he is with his daughter.

"Luisa, get up and clean the house," shouted my father from the second floor.

I sleep in the attic with only an inflatable mattress and some sheets to protect me from the devastating cold at night. Only when my brother is home, he lets me sleep in a decent room because he doesn't know how our father treats me. I've tried telling him many times, but everyone simply denies it, making me out to be a spoiled and whimsical child. Not to mention the days when my father would punish me by giving me only one meal a day.

"I don't understand, Nana Carmen, why does my father hate me so much?" I asked while cleaning the bathrooms. "I know I wasn't planned, but my mom loved me because he didn't."

My nanny was about to respond, but my father interrupted her.

"It's simple, Luisa. You are the living portrait of your tasteless mother. You are just like her, so simple and unremarkable. You don't deserve to carry my last name," he uttered those words filled with hatred.

I didn't say anything. He always gave me the same response, and as crazy as it sounds, I still held onto the hope that someday he would change, maybe say, "I like you, daughter. I'm sorry for treating you this way," or even just look at me without contempt in his eyes.

"Keep dreaming, Luisa. It won't cost you anything. I think even my conscience hates me," he said.

I finished cleaning the house and headed to school. To everyone else, I am the princess of the fortunate Browns, but if they only knew that I am just another employee in that household.

As I entered the school, I bumped into Agustin Harrison, my impossible love. Because, between you and me, who would be interested in a tasteless, dull, and ugly woman like me? The answer is no one. I already envisioned myself alone in a house with cats.

"Sorry, Luisa, I didn't see you," he said. Yes, I know I'm invisible to everyone.

"I... I..." my tongue started to falter.

"Do you want to tell me something?" I smiled inwardly at the ideas my mind was coming up with.

I shook my head, and he walked away.

"Wipe the drool off your face," I jumped in surprise.

"You scared me, Matias," I placed my hand on my chest. "Why didn't you come home last night? Dad was really angry. It was a very long night for my liking."

"You know, Luisa, I'm tired of my dad too. I can't stand him. I'm just waiting for grandpa to transfer his shares to me, and then I'll be out of there." I wished I could be like my brother, free of fear.

"I wish I could go with you, little brother," I whispered silently, wanting to be free from all this pain.

"You can't, shorty. You're still a minor, and I don't want my dad to ruin my life even more by taking you with me." He grabbed my face with both hands. "You're his princess." Sure, why not.

I didn't say anything. I just lowered my head. If my brother thinks that way, surely the others do too, and no one will help me, even if I ask for it.

"Why don't you tell him that you like him?" I raised my head and looked in the direction he was looking. "I wouldn't mind being brothers"in"law." Me neither, brother.

"Someone like Agustin wouldn't notice me. He's unreachable," I said.

"Sister, you are beautiful. He'd be a fool not to notice you," he grabbed my shoulder, and we each went to our respective classrooms.

My brother is older by two years. This year he will finish high school and go to the university, just like Agustín. They're both best friends.

Classes went by without any issues. After school, I went with my brother towards the prison that is my home. When we arrived, the servants were running from one place to another.

"Nana, what's going on? Why all the commotion?" I asked.

"The partner of Mr. Santiago is coming tonight," Matias gritted his teeth so hard that it seemed they might have broken.

He stormed off angrily. I tried asking Nana if she knew why my brother's attitude had changed, but she acted like she didn't know and almost ran away. What could they be hiding from me? Although, coming from my father, nothing surprises me anymore.

"I want both of you impeccable at dinner, no complaints," he said. We nodded and went up to our rooms.

"Why don't you like my father's partner?" I needed to find out what he knew that I didn't.

"It's none of your business, Luisa. It's better to obey our father if you don't want to get scolded," he responded, leaving me with my curiosity, as always.

"Do you even know my father's girlfriend?" I asked again, refusing to be left with unanswered questions.

"Leave me alone, Luisa," he started walking towards his room.

His change in mood surprises me. He was happy in high school, but ever since he heard about my father's new partner, he completely changed.

"But why can't you just answer with a yes or no? It's just one word," I said as I entered his room before he could close the door.

"Why are you so annoying, Luisa?" he laid down on the bed. "I'll just tell you that those women will be a pain in the ass." I looked at him, annoyed that he would use such language.

"Why do you say women if it's only my father's partner that is coming?" Another question that circled in my head.

"Wait until dinner, and you'll see. I hope your beloved daddy doesn't disappoint you," he formed a smirk, mocking me.

"He couldn't disappoint me more than he already has," I thought to myself but didn't say it out loud.

The time for dinner came, and my father was very happy. I was glad for him, hoping that this woman changes him and starts treating me better. They say love changes people.

The doorbell rang, and my father went to open it personally. That surprised me because I thought he would send me instead.

"Love, you look handsome," said a very seductive voice.

And just as my brother had said, two women arrived. They were truly beautiful, one was my father's age, and the other was almost my age. I greeted them politely and welcomed them alone because my brother was nowhere to be found. Both of them looked at me with disdain, adding them to the list of people who treated me the same way.

"Where is Matias, darling?" The woman knew how to express herself very well. It was evident that she had class.

"He must be coming down soon, but please, come to the dining room. Dinner is served," I had never seen my father so attentive.

I was about to follow them to the dining room when I abruptly stopped. I saw the servants carrying many suitcases upstairs.

"Do you have a problem with my luggage?" My father's partner asked, and he glared at me.

I quickly denied it before my father decided to punish me by withholding dinner just for looking where I shouldn't.

"You know, Santi, it's very rude of your son to have made us wait throughout dinner," that woman said, sitting on the living room sofa.

"Don't worry, my love. I'll go check on him right now," my father seemed like an eager puppy, wagging his tail every time she spoke.

"You don't have to go see me, dad," my brother spoke as he came down the stairs. "I'm right here."

When he finished descending, Nana followed him with suitcases.

"Nana Carmen, are you leaving the house?" She sadly shook her head.

"No, little one. I'm the one who's leaving," my brother said, grabbing the suitcases from Nana.

"You can't leave here, Matias!" my father exclaimed, angry. "Carmen, please take those suitcases back to the room."

"I won't stay here to share the house with that whore and her daughter," Matias didn't see it coming, and a slap turned his face.

" You will respect me, insolent, and your sister too. " Said my father's partner proudly.

" Sister? " Yes, that's right, what I had thought slipped out but no one responded and they kept on with their own thing.

" That freeloader is not my sister. " Said my brother as he grabbed the woman by the wrists. " Listen carefully, Priscila Davis, the fact that you've been rolling around with my father since he got married to my mother doesn't give you the right to lift a hand against me, let it be the last time. " Priscila screamed in pain.

" Let go of Priscila right now, Matias. " My dad lunged at Matias and they began to exchange blows.

Priscila and the daughter just watched the scene amused without doing anything, while I tried to separate my brother from hitting our father any further.

" Please, Matias, let's not make things worse. " I grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him away from our dad.

" Are you serious, Luisa? " He looked at me disappointed. " The only one making things worse here is that wretch who made my mother's life a living hell, all for that bitch and her little bastard. " Both women looked at him disapprovingly.

" I am a Brown just like you and your tasteless sister. " The girl spoke for the first time, and it was only to spew her venom against me. I don't know what people have against me, but they despise me without me doing anything to them.

" Karen, you will always be a bastard even if you're Santiago's daughter. " My brother addressed my father by his name. " The only princess of the Brown fortune here is Luisa; you are just the daughter of Santiago Brown's lover. " Karen was about to slap him, but Matias grabbed her hands and pushed her onto the sofa.

" I don't want you to touch my wife and my daughter again, Matias! " My father shouted, and that gesture hurt me. He never defended me, but he defended her.

" I won't, Santiago, because this will be the last time you see me here. " He picked up his suitcases to leave, but I stopped him.

" Don't leave, please, brother, don't leave me here. " I started crying. " Take me with you, big brother, I only have you. " I knelt down, urging him to stay.

" Enough, Luisa, let him go, we don't need him. " My father tried to grab my arms to make me stand up, but I clung to my brother's legs.

" Please, brother, I beg you, don't leave me. Dad hates me, he mistreats me, I sleep in the attic. If I don't finish cleaning the whole house, he starves me for days and locks me up. Help me, brother, I can't take it anymore, please take me with you. " I couldn't hold back the pain I felt any longer.

Matias, filled with anger, approached my father and grabbed him by the shirt to confront him. I could see the hatred he had towards my father for doing all of this to me.

" How dare you do that? She's your daughter, flesh and blood. " My brother lifted me from the floor and hugged me, comforting my wounded soul. " I will take her with me. " My heart leaped with joy, but it didn't last long.

" I never wanted to have her, but your useless mother didn't listen to me and had her. " My mother said without measuring her harshness as she pulled my hair. " I'm sorry to inform you, dear son, that Luisa is under my custody. " My brother snatched me away from her claws.

" You are a vile and despicable being, Santiago. You don't deserve to be a father. " My father just shrugged.

" Say goodbye to your little brother, Princess Brown. " He said mockingly.

" Forgive me, sister, for leaving you in this snake pit, but I promise to work hard and get you out of this hell. " My tears appeared again.

I held a small hope that the man who calls himself my father would let me go with my brother, but it didn't happen. He wants me to wither away just as he withered my mother.

I watched as my brother walked away without looking back, and I understand him. It would hurt him if he stayed behind suffering while I gained my freedom. I hold onto the promise he made to me before leaving.

" It's a shame, Luisa, even your brother doesn't want you. If I were you, I'd jump off a bridge. " I ignored Karen's words and was about to go up the stairs, but Priscila's voice stopped me.

" Where are you going? " Her question put me on alert.

" To the attic. " I replied.

" No, no, no, dear Luisa, how can you imagine that a princess like you sleeps in the attic? " I saw how my father wanted to speak, but she silenced him with a glance.

" So, where should I sleep then? " Her smile scared me.

" In the shed next to the horses, that's where a princess like you should be, isn't that right, honey? " I looked at my father, but he only nodded, and that was another stab to my fragile heart.

LUISA BROWN

A new day began for Luisa, the night had been very cold in the shed, and she just hoped not to get sick. Like every day, she cleaned the house and made breakfast. Once it was ready, she went to change clothes to go to high school.

She arrived at high school and went straight to her classroom, not wanting any more humiliations. She had had enough the day before.

The first few hours of classes ended quickly, and she chose not to leave the classroom. She would stay there until the second round of classes started.

"Hey Luisa, aren't you going out?" Vivian, her best friend, asked.

"I'm not in the mood for Melanie's nonsense." Melanie was the most popular girl in high school, but she was unbearable.

"Then I'll stay here with you." Vivian sat next to her friend, and they started talking.

When the bell rang, indicating it was time to go home, Luisa ended up being the last one in the classroom. As she was leaving, Melanie tripped her, but Agustin's hands prevented her from falling.

"Are you okay?" If he hadn't caught her, she would have had a painful fall.

"Y-yes." Luisa stuttered, as always.

"You should be more careful; you could have hit yourself hard," Agustin said, noticing her trembling body. Was it because of the scare?

"I'll keep that in mind." She smiled, and Agustin found it beautiful.

He said goodbye and left. Laughter made Luisa snap out of her reverie.

"How stupid of you to think Agustin would be interested in someone like you." Melanie hated Luisa simply because, unbeknownst to her, Agustin liked Luisa.

"At least Luisa isn't as clueless as others." Vivian defended her.

"Look, four-eyes, don't meddle; you're just as dull as your friend." Melanie tossed her hair in Vivian's face as she turned to leave.

"I can't stand her," Vivian said, cleaning her glasses.

"Ignore her." They both walked toward the exit.

Agustin watched Luisa from afar with a smile. He loved that woman, but he didn't know how to tell her.

"If you like my sister, why don't you tell her?" Matias surprised Agustin.

"Doesn't it bother you?" Matias shook his head. "I don't know how to tell her."

"If you want, I can help you." Matias knew that his sister also had feelings for Agustin.

Agustin accepted Matias' help and decided to confess his feelings the next day. He hoped everything would go well, and she would feel the same way.

Back at home, Luisa continued doing the chores like a slave. Karen was the most bothersome one, almost asking Luisa to feed her. When she saw that no one needed her, she went to do her homework. She had a presentation the next day and wanted to maintain her good grades.

"Are you deaf, stupid girl?" Priscila entered, slamming the door. "I've been calling you for ten minutes. Why didn't you answer?"

"Sorry, I didn't hear anything." Luisa spoke without looking at her, focusing on her notebook.

"Look at me when you talk to me, insolent child." Priscila knocked her notebook to the floor. Luisa picked it up, not wanting trouble with her father.

"What do you want?" Luisa organized her things and put them away; she would finish her homework later in the evening.

"I want you to get out of my house; I can't stand your presence." That was what Luisa wanted most.

"I can't help you with that, ma'am." She gathered her courage. "Besides, this house belongs to my mother, my grandfather gave it to her." She was the only intruder here.

"How dare you!" Priscila slapped her, making Luisa's face spin.

"What's going on here? Why the shouting?" Santiago entered.

"Your daughter is a spoiled brat, my love. She tried to hit me and kicked me out of the house." Priscila played the victim.

"That's a lie," Luisa began to speak, but her father slapped her again.

"I don't want you to disrespect Priscila again." He said all of that with hatred in his voice. "Now, apologize to her."

To protect herself, she complied and apologized, even though she hadn't done anything. Priscila only smiled, knowing that this girl would pay for everything her mother had done.

She wasn't allowed to have dinner; that was her punishment. But she was used to it. All she wanted was for time to pass so she could turn eighteen and leave.

The next day, she packed some fruits in case they left her without dinner again and headed to high school.

Upon arrival, there was no one around, so she got scared and checked her watch; it was still early. She walked through the hallways, but there was no sound. Feeling afraid, she started walking back towards the exit. When she reached the door, she looked up and saw Agustín with a sign that had a phrase that made her heart race with excitement.

LUISA BROWN, WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?

She must be dreaming, it couldn't be real that the boy she loved was confessing his feelings to her. She couldn't find her voice, and Agustín was concerned to see her silent.

"Luisa?" Agustín approached her.

"Yes, yes, I want to be your girlfriend," she finally managed to say. Agustín lifted her up, and when he lowered her, they shared a kiss.

"I love you so much, Luisa," he kissed her again.

Agustín was the son of the school principal, which is why when his father found out about his son's feelings for the heiress, Brown, he didn't hesitate to offer his help. He was confident that it would benefit him in the future.

AGUSTÍN Harrison

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Being at home, Luisa no longer felt sad when they treated her badly because her relationship with Agustín would be her medicine for the pain her family caused her.

She eagerly awaited the break of dawn, wanting to kiss her boyfriend again. She was so excited that it took her a while to fall asleep.

Morning arrived, and Luisa had a smile that no one could take away from her.

"I like seeing you smile, my girl," Carmen, her nanny, said to her.

"I am very happy, Nana," she said, twirling around.

"So, you woke up happy today," Santiago interrupted with an unfriendly expression. "May I know the reason?"

"The morning is beautiful, and it makes me happy," Luisa lied.

With a jump, he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back.

"Do I look like an idiot to you?" he whispered into her ear, gritting his teeth. "I hope I don't find out anything, because if I do, you will regret it." He pushed her, and Luisa hit her forehead against the table.

Carmen helped Luisa after Santiago left.

"I don't know why Mr. Santiago treats you this way," Carmen looked at her with sympathy.

"Don't look at me like that, Nana. What he says or does doesn't affect me anymore. I am happy, and neither he nor anyone else can take away this feeling." Carmen just hugged her.

After Carmen tended to Luisa, she left, but Santiago was in his office, very upset.

"I understand, lawyer, don't worry. I will take care of it," he spoke on the phone.

He hung up the call and rubbed his temple. He detested how his parents, even dead, didn't let him be happy.

"What's the matter, Santi? What did the lawyer say?" Priscila stood behind his chair to give him a small massage.

"I can't get rid of Luisa. I have to wait for her to turn 18 before I can take control of her shares and have the company in my hands," he reclined his head on the backrest of the chair, enjoying the massage his wife gave him.

"Your parents are despicable. It wasn't enough for them to force you to marry that tasteless woman; now they want you to take care of the bastard," she said with hatred.

"We have no choice but to wait. But I promise you that as soon as she turns 18, she will disappear from our lives forever," he said, seating her on his lap.

"I hope so, treasure because I can't stand her presence in this house." They started to kiss, and that office witnessed the morning of lust they were about to indulge in.

In high school, everything was different. The new couple exchanged innocent kisses, expressing how much they loved each other with each one.

"I have to go to class, Agustín," Luisa said between kisses.

"Just a little longer, sweetheart," Agustín didn't want to be apart from her. He wanted to spend the whole day like that with her.

"No, seriously, we have to go to class," she moved away, and Agustín pouted.

"I'll see you at the end of the day," they said goodbye, and each went to their respective classrooms.

Ten minutes later, the principal came in to give them an announcement.

"Good morning, today we have a new student joining this class," everyone looked at each other, finding it strange for someone to join midway through the school year.

"This is Miss Karen Brown Davis," upon hearing the name, everyone's attention turned to Luisa, who was just as confused as everyone else.

The principal showed Karen where to sit, and the class continued. During the break, everyone already knew about the new "Brown."

"Hi, little sister, don't you think it's great to be together in high school?" Karen sat in front of Luisa.

"Whatever," Luisa replied, which angered Karen.

"Hi, love," Agustín kissed Luisa on the cheek and sat next to her, completely ignoring Karen.

"Sister, don't you introduce me to your friend?" Karen flirted with Agustín.

"Oh yes, Agustín, this is Karen, my half"sister. Karen, this is Agustín, my boyfriend," Luisa said, holding Agustín's hand, marking her territory.

"Pleasure, brother"in"law," Karen extended her hand, and Agustín accepted it. "Well, see you later," she winked at Agustín and left.

"What was that?" Agustín asked Luisa.

Just ignore her. Agustín wanted to dig deeper, but he decided not to interfere and changed the subject.

Weeks passed and Luisa and Agustín had been dating for almost four months. Every day they showed each other how much they loved each other, although Karen wouldn't stop flirting with Agustín, but he paid no attention to her.

ITALY

Thomas Moretti is an Italian mafia boss who, despite being 24 years old, has expanded his father's legacy. He is cold and calculating when it comes to closing a deal or making deals with other mafias. He does not fear death, "we are all born to die" is his motto.

He doesn't like formal relationships; his style is one"night stands and then pretending you never existed. He has never fallen in love and hopes it stays that way for a long time. He believes that the one who falls in love loses, and he doesn't like to lose.

📲 Don't make me come looking for you because you won't like what I'll do to you. " He spoke on the phone.

📲 Are you threatening me? " The other person spoke angrily.

📲 Take it however you want, but I won't give you more time to pay. " He hung up the call.

" MARLON!! " He yelled.

" Yes, sir. " A man appeared within his line of sight.

" Prepare the jet, we're traveling to the United States today. " Marlon made some calls and the jet was ready in half an hour.

" Ready, sir. Everything is arranged. " He left his house and headed to the airport. Once there, he boarded the jet, and it would take him eight hours to reach the United States.

... We will meet again, Santiago Brown ....

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