Episode # 1
♡♥𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻 ♥♡
Hi, dear reader
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Welcome, and thank you for giving this story a chance.
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Before we begin, please note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
♡♥𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻 ♥♡
Some scenes may be disturbing or unsettling so reader discretion is advised.
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With that... happy reading hope you enjoy 😁
The late afternoon sun cast long shadows over the winding road into Thornvale.
A white car sped down the quiet highway.
Behind it , few black SUVs followed... silent, steady, close.
Inside the white car, in the backseat, sat two sisters.
Leila, the older one (22) calm but sharp.
Beside her younger sister Sofia (19) cheerful, and full of questions.
The radio buzzed with static, then cleared.
A man's voice came through, smooth and cheerful.
radio presenter
🗣️ Hello, hi, welcome to THORNVALE! The land of sea, secrets, and second chances.
radio presenter
🗣️Hope you enjoy your day– I'll play something to set the mood. This one's called COMING HOME (part 2) BY SKYLAR GREY
The song began and Sofia immediately started singing.
Sofia Morvanti (FL's sister)
🎵I'm coming home... I'm coming home...🎵
Leila laughed and joined in, off key but trying.
Leila Morvanti (FL)
🎵I'm coming home... I'm coming home...tell the world that I'm coming home.🎵
In the driver's seat, Randy watched them through the rearview mirror.
He was a big man in a black suit, eyes always alert.
He wasn't just a driver. He was their bodyguard. Their family trusted man, right hand man.
He didn't sing. But his fingers tapped the steering wheel.
A voice crackled over his earpiece.
> The Safety of Morvanti. They're clear. Entering town.
Randy pressed a button near the wheel.
Randy (the head of security/ FL's bff)
Copy that. Stay sharp. Eyes up. The Morvanti's daughters arrived safe.
In the kitchen, the air was hot and filled with the smell of spices, fresh bread, and grilled meats.
Cooks moved fast, cooking, chopping vegetables, and checking food on the stoves.
A tall woman in a stiff black suit, stood near the kitchen door, arms crossed.
Maria Victoria (the head of housestaff)
Everything needs to be perfect, you hear me?
Maria Victoria (the head of housestaff)
The boss daughter's are coming. No mistakes!
The staff replied quickly, heads down, hands busy.
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