3RD POV

The private jet landed, and there were many black SUVs packed outside the jet with 2 bodyguards dressed in all black beside each.

Three figures went out of the jet and walked towards the middle car. As they passed. the bodyguard greeted them by slightly bowing their heads, saying, "Boss, Miss De Leon."

They didn't greet Visha because they did not know who she was, this didn't affect Visha at all, though.

"Little girl," Alexandro called Visha when they arrived near the car

"Yes, Mr De Leon?" Inside Visha's mind, she was thinking of multiply reasons why Alexandro called her.

"I bought you a penthouse."

"It's near where we live, but if you want to stay with us, it's fine, your choice."

Visha thought about it for a moment. If she were to stay with them, she would always be with Alissa, which would be nice, but then when she thought about Alexandro always being there, she shuddered. So the best choice is to live in the penthouse. She will visit Alissa from time to time or vice versa.

"Thank you so much, Mr De Leon, I will stay at the penthouse."

"Good. Fred, take her to the penthouse," Alexandro instructed one of the bodyguards.

"Yes, boss. Let's go, miss, " Fred led Visha to the other car, Visha looked at Alissa for the last time and then followed Fred.

The other guard opened the car door, and Alexandro, along with Alissa, went inside. They set off to the De Leon mansion.

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The black SUV glided through the iron gates of the De Leon mansion, its tires crunching softly on the gravel driveway. The guards stationed along the perimeter, armed to the teeth and trained for war, felt a familiar unease creep over them. It wasn't the vehicle itself that froze them in place. It was the passengers inside.

As the engine quieted, the driver quickly stepped out to open the back door. Alexandro De Leon, the mafia king, emerged first, his imposing figure shrouded in a long black coat. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his reputation enough to command loyalty and fear without uttering a word.

But it wasn't Alexandro who caused the guards to shudder.

Behind him, Alissa De Leon stepped out of the car with an air of quiet dominance. At seventeen, she was no longer the girl who had left the mansion five years ago. But even then, when she was only twelve, Alissa had been terrifyingly precocious, a miniature version of her father with a heart just as ruthless.

Now, she was sharper, deadlier, and carried an aura of menace that matched Alexandro's.

Dressed in fitted black jeans, boots that clinked softly against the stone, and a leather jacket, Alissa walked beside her father with the grace of a predator. Her long, dark blonde hair flowed down her back, her piercing grey eyes similar to Alexandro's scanning the guards who dared to look at her.

The men stiffened as the pair approached, each step a reminder of the power they wielded. These were no ordinary father and daughter. Together, they were the embodiment of fear.

"Is this how you greet us?" Alexandro's deep, gravelly voice broke the silence, his tone carrying both amusement and warning.

The guards scrambled to stand straighter, their gazes darting away from Alissa. She noticed their discomfort and smirked, a hint of satisfaction playing on her lips.

"Relax," she said softly, her voice dripping with a deceptively sweet charm. "You look like you've seen a ghost. I'm back. "

One of the guards, Martin, the one who accompanied her to kill the mafia and gangs who harmed Alexandro, swallowed hard. He saw with his own eyes that day what she was capable of.

The other one called Jerry was also shocked. He had been here the day she was said to be 'dead', and he even celebrated a bit. Even at twelve, Alissa had been a whirlwind of chaos—a girl who seemed to know exactly how to exploit fear and weakness. Now, seeing her again, grown and more dangerous than ever, made his hands tremble.

"It feels so good to be back," Alissa continued, her eyes flicking toward the mansion's grand façade. "I was a little bit home sick."

Alissa stood beside her father, her hands tucked casually into the pockets of her jacket. She tilted her head slightly, her gaze locking onto Martin. She still remembered him since he called her when her father was injured.

"You're still here, Martin," she said softly. Her voice was calm, almost gentle, but it made his heart skip a beat.

Martin nodded quickly, avoiding her eyes. He remembered her too well—the child who could outmaneuver and outfight men three times her size without breaking a sweat.

"It's good to see you again, Miss De Leon," he said, though his tone betrayed his fear.

Her lips curved into the faintest smile, though it didn't reach her eyes. "Is it?"

Alexandro chuckled, placing a hand on her shoulder. "She hasn't changed, has she?" he said, glancing at the guards.

No one dared to respond.

The father and daughter strode toward the mansion, their footsteps echoing against the stone. Inside the grand foyer, Alissa paused, her gaze sweeping over the familiar chandeliers and marble staircase.

"Nothing's changed," she murmured, her tone devoid of nostalgia.

"Why should it?" Alexandro replied, his voice firm. "You're back, and now everything is as it should be."

The guards lingered outside, exchanging uneasy glances. Alissa had always been the quiet storm of the De Leon family—a force of nature that could level anyone in her path without so much as raising her voice.

And now, with Alexandro by her side once more, the De Leon mansion wasn't just a home.

It was a fortress—and a warning to the world

And together, they were unstoppable.

Alexandro chuckled, "You're home now. And that means things are about to get interesting."

The guards stiffened as they looked at the two walking side by side. It was a sight that would haunt their nightmares: the infamous mafia king and his equally dangerous daughter united once again.

"She's back," one guard whispered under his breath, his voice trembling.

"And for good this time," Jerry added

"God help us," another muttered.

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