Days have passed, and so far, I've been nothing except going to missions and fighting at the underground. Today's missions Visha decides to accompany me. She has been forcing me to go shopping for the dress and other stuff for the ball, but I just ignored her. Shopping wasn't really my stuff, so I left everything to the maids and her.

"You don't have to do these missions, Alissa, well, at least until after the ball," Gabriel, who was in Alexandro's office, said.

"I think you forgot what I do Gabriel, I've been holding myself from being my true self when I was in Spain and America but this time I'm home so please don't try to stop me cause i won't" Alissa said as if what it was the most obvious thing.

Alexandro stayed mindful of the discussion even when he was doing paperwork, not planning to say anything. Instead, he just smirked, he knew her daughter, and if she said she would do something, then forget about telling her otherwise.

"Bene, papà, qual è la missione per oggi?" She turned to look at Alexandro.

T: Well, Dad, what's the mission for today?

"Ecco, leggi questo e lo saprai." Alexandro tossed a document to her, which she caught with ease.

T:Here, read this, and you will know

When she opened the document, she was first met with a photo of the target. She then paged through the document and saw the things he did, which were human trafficking, drug dealing, and also some of the stolen documents of our mafia.

She gave Alexandro the document and stood up.

"Vado subito, scommetto che Visha mi sta già aspettando di sotto." Alexandro nodded, and with that, Alissa went out of the office.

T:I'm going right now, I bet Visha is already waiting for me downstairs.

She arrived downstairs, and indeed, Visha was there. She was already dressed in her assassin attire just like her.

"Let's go," she said and told her on the way about their target.

*****

The warehouse was dark, its air thick with the stench of oil and fear. Alissa moved like a shadow, her boots silent on the concrete floor. Visha followed close behind, her knives glinting under the dim light of the single bulb above them. Their target was cornered, a terrified man clutching a briefcase filled with documents incriminating her father.

Alissa tilted her head, her icy grey eyes locking onto him. "You shouldn't have crossed my father," she said, her voice calm yet deadly. The man begged for mercy, but she silenced him with a single, precise shot.

"Clean," Visha muttered, wiping the blood from her blade. Alissa didn't reply. She was already planning their next move.

The missions never stopped. Each night brought new blood, new battles. Alissa fought underground for sport, her fists meeting flesh with calculated brutality. The crowd roared her name, the hell angel, their chants echoing in her ears. Visha stood at the edge of the ring, watching her friend demolish opponent after opponent. Alissa didn't fight for money or fame; she fought to feel alive. That was who she was.

Meanwhile, at the DeLeon estate, preparations were in full swing. Maids rushed to prepare menus, bodyguards coordinated security, and tailors worked tirelessly on a custom ball gown. Alexandro DeLeon had announced a grand ball to celebrate his daughter's 18th birthday. It wasn't just a party; it was a declaration. The world would learn that Alissa wasn't dead. She was alive, and she was his heir.

But Alissa didn't care. She barely spared a thought for the upcoming ball. She spent her days training, her nights hunting.

"You know you can't run from it forever," Visha said one night as they walked away from an underground fight.

"Run from what?" Alissa asked, her voice detached.

"Your father's plan. The ball. All of it."

Alissa shrugged. "I'm not actually running from it, but rather, I'm waiting for it."

The month passed quickly, the days bleeding into nights of violence and rebellion. Before she knew it, the day of the ball arrived.

The estate was transformed into a palace of glittering lights and opulence. Guests arrived in droves, their whispers filling the air. Alissa's name was on everyone's lips. Their curiosity barely contained most emotions they felt was fear. They have known how dangerous this girl was even when she was young

"Oh my God, you look gorgeous," Visha said after the stylists finished dressing her.

"Oh, you too." That's all that Alissa said. Visha knew that she meant that, though she has gotten used to the way she is.

"Are you nervous?" She asked, and Alissa looked at her as if she were crazy.

"Have you ever seen me nervous?" She said.

"No, but...Argh never mind you ruined the moment. If you said yes, I, as your bestie, would have given you a hug to reassure you." Visha sighed dramatically.

"Are you okay, Vish?" Alissa looked at her to see if she was sick or not.

"You know what, let's go, everyone is waiting for you."

The hall was full of people, some were chatting with their partners, talking business while others saw this as an opportunity to connect to the superior ones and build connections.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Alexandro said said to grab everyone's attention.

"Okay, so today is a great day. It's my daughter's 18th birthday. As you all know, 5 years ago, I sent my daughter away for some time, saying that she was dead, but on the actual truth, she was not, and here she is again to take over my businesses as my heir." He said.

"I know you guys missed her and couldn't wait to see her. Now your wait is over, and she is back." he smirked as he looked down at the scared crowd.

"Here she comes, ladies and gentlemen, my daughter Alissa Iris DeLeon." Alexandro announced, his voice booming.

As Alissa emerged, dressed in a gown of black and silver, every whisper died. She was a vision of power and danger, her presence commanding the room.

The ballroom glittered under a thousand crystal chandeliers. Alissa stood at the top of the grand staircase, her black and silver gown flowing like liquid night. Her father’s voice thundered as he introduced her, but her mind barely registered his words.

Her icy gaze swept the crowd, searching, assessing. The faces blurred together—businessmen, crime lords, and aristocrats. Until her eyes caught him.

Asher Kingston stood near the bar, leaning casually against it as though he owned the room. His dark suit was tailored to perfection, his silver cufflinks catching the light. But it wasn’t his appearance that struck Alissa—it was the way he carried himself, exuding power and danger. He was the only man who could rival her father. Luckily, they were allies.

And he was her boyfriend, though no one in the room knew it well except for her father and Visha.

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I know the update is late again, and I will say this again, I'm so sorry, guys.