3RD POV

Flashback ( When Alissa was 12 )

"Gabriel, call Iris for me," Alexandro said, sitting on his office chair.

"Yes, boss." Gabriel went out of the office to call Alissa.

After some time, Alissa arrived at her father’s office.

"Sì papa?" She said.

"You remember that I once told you that you had brothers, right?"

"Yes."

"So tomorrow, I'm sending you to leave with them," Alexandro said, looking at her. He knew that he had to do this for her. He wants her to just take a break from his world and see a different one.

"I don't want to," Alissa said straightforwardly, looking at his father in the eye. She is the only person who I'd capable of doing that.

"I wasn't asking you piccolo diavolo. It's an order so gi pack your things and also while living there I want you to behave yourself, do not kill people, am I clear?"

"Cristallo, vecchio uomo," she said.

T:Crystal, old man

"Good, you can go and mind you. I'm far from being old." Alexandro said.

"Yeah, right?" Alissa said and walked out of the office to her room.

*****

Bianca Romano had always taken pride in her close-knit little family. Her twin sons, Aiden and Aries, were her pride and joy—charming, lively boys who shared her black hair and hazel eyes. They were the spitting image of her, a constant reminder of the life she had built.

But the day Alissa arrived, everything changed.

The girl stood at the door of her mansion, her small suitcase in hand, her expression calm and detached. She looked nothing like Bianca or the boys. Her dark blonde hair shone under the afternoon sun, and her piercing gray eyes seemed to see through everyone and everything. Bianca’s heart sank as she took in the sight of her daughter, the child she had tried so hard to forget.

Bianca had never wanted Alissa. The girl’s existence was a constant reminder of a night she could barely remember and a man whose face she had never seen. Alissa’s stark differences only deepened the chasm between them.

But the boys were oblivious to their mother’s unease.

“Wait,” Aries said, breaking the silence. “Who’s she?”

Bianca’s voice was strained as she answered, “She’s... your sister.”

Aiden’s eyes widened. “We have a sister? Why didn’t you tell us?”

Bianca didn’t reply, her gaze fixed on Alissa. The girl remained silent, her calm demeanor unshaken.

Alissa said nothing, her eyes cool and observant. She didn’t rush to embrace them or explain herself. Instead, she stepped inside the mansion, her movements deliberate, as if she were assessing her new surroundings.

The boys, though surprised, were thrilled. “You’re our sister?” Aiden asked eagerly. “Why didn’t we know about you?”

Alissa shrugged, her voice soft but firm. “You didn’t need to.”

Living with Alissa was a challenge for Bianca. Unlike Aiden and Aries, who were full of energy and easy to love, Alissa was quiet and self-contained. She rarely spoke, kept to herself, and seemed unaffected by her mother’s obvious disdain.

Bianca found herself growing resentful. Every time she looked at Alissa, she saw the girl’s pale blonde hair and gray eyes—features that didn’t belong in her family.

Alissa, however, didn’t care. She never sought Bianca’s approval or attention. She moved through the house with a quiet confidence that made her seem older than her twelve years.

The boys, on the other hand, were fascinated by their new sister.

“Do you like soccer?” Aries asked one day, trying to include her in their favorite game.

Alissa simply shrugged. “Not really.”

“Come on, play with us!” Aiden insisted.

Though reluctant at first, Alissa joined them. She wasn’t particularly good, but her calm determination won them over. Slowly, the boys began to chip away at her walls.

Over the years, Alissa began to change—not for her mother, but for her brothers. She grew to love Aiden and Aries in a way she hadn’t expected. They were her constant, her anchor, in a world where she often felt out of place.

She laughed at their jokes, joined their adventures, and even started confiding in them a little. But her moments of vulnerability were rare, and there was always a part of her that missed her father.

Bianca, on the other hand couldn’t ignore the bond forming between Alissa and the boys. It frustrated her to see how easily they accepted their sister while she struggled with her feelings.

One day, she confronted Alissa. “Why don’t you ever try to fit in? Why can’t you be more like your brothers?”

Alissa met her mother’s gaze, her gray eyes unflinching. “Because I’m not like them. And I don’t need to be.”

The calmness in her voice left Bianca speechless. Alissa didn’t raise her voice or argue. She simply stated the truth and walked away.

By day, Alissa lived a quiet, unassuming life in her mother's home, blending into the background. She had her brothers, Aiden and Aries, and while she loved them deeply, there was a part of her that remained untouchable—a part of her that yearned for something beyond what her mother’s house could provide.

But when night fell, Alissa’s true nature came alive. The world she entered was far removed from the safety of her family, a hidden, dangerous world where blood was often spilled in the shadows.

Domenico, one of her father’s closest allies, ruled the underground fighting rings—a world where violence and power determined who survived. He had always been aware of Alissa’s potential, ever since she was young. Though Alexandro had kept her away from that world, Domenico knew that her blood ran as fiercely as his friend’s, and he feared the girl more than any of the seasoned fighters.

Alissa’s nights were filled with clandestine battles. She would sneak out of the house when the boys were asleep, slipping into the darkness like a shadow. Her heart raced with a thrill she couldn’t find anywhere else. The fight was where she felt alive—where the rage, the strength, and the power she inherited from her father could be unleashed.

In the underground world, fighters were prized not just for their physical strength but also for their ability to endure. Alissa, with her quiet intensity and unrelenting drive, quickly became a legend. Word spread fast: a mysterious girl who never lost. She was smaller than most, but her speed and precision were unmatched. Every fight she entered ended in victory, and with each victory, she grew stronger. The girl was girl was given a name, the hell angel.

Domenico, though he respected her, feared her power. He had seen many rise and fall in the fighting ring, but Alissa’s skill was different. She was more than a fighter—she was a force of nature. He knew that if Alexandro ever allowed her to fully embrace her destiny, no one would stand a chance against her.

But despite his fear, Domenico didn’t stop her. He didn’t dare. She was untouchable in his eyes.

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I'm not that good at writing flashbacks, so bare with me, guys.🫠

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