Subestimada pelo Ex, Adorada pelo Magnata

After all..after five years behind prison, only taught her that freedom was another kind of cage, just with prettier bars.

A sleek black sedan was parked beyond the prison gates, and the butler who stepped out wore the same immaculate uniform she remembered from her childhood, though his hair had gone completely silver in her absence. 

His face  was neutral as she approached her.

"Miss Ravyn," he said with a slight bow, his voice carrying none of the warmth she might have once hoped for. "I'm to escort you home."

Home. The word felt foreign on her tongue but Ravyn nodded silently, holding on tight to the small plastic bag containing her few possessions—a change of clothes, a photograph of her sons (a secret she will take to the grave before her family found out), and the worn paperback book that had kept her sane during the darkest months. 

She slid into the backseat without a word, noting how the butler's eyes never quite met hers in the rearview mirror.

When the sedan pulled through the wrought-iron gates of the Hawkins estate, Ravyn's breath caught despite herself.

The butler led her through the servants' entrance, which was a small humiliation that was not lost on either of them. Ravyn knew that her biological parents had ordered the butler to treat her nothing more as a servant after all. The butler led her through the corridors that were filled with generations of family portraits dating back 100 years.

When they finally got to the dining room, where Ravyn could hear the sounds of  conversation going on, the clanking of cutleries against dishes, she could see her whole family seated around the mahogany table like the picture of a perfect family with no cracks or dark skeletons in the cupboard. They looked up as she entered, and for a moment, time seemed suspended.

Garret Hawkins sat at the head of the table, wearing a suit that probably caused more than what people made in a year. Her biological father—the man whose blood ran through her veins but who had never claimed her as anything more than an obligation. 

Beside him, Eleanor Hawkins—her mother in DNA only—maintained her composure gracefully, looking at her with nothing but contempt and scorn.

Nathan Hawkins, her eldest brother, sat in his chair, with the air of a man who had never doubted his place in the world. 

Jeremy Hawkins, the middle son and golden boy of the family, sat straighter in his chair. At twenty-eight, he had always been the most eager to please their parents, the one who followed every rule and exceeded every expectation. On his face, were the traces of guilt, which he managed to mask under the distaste that he had for her.

And there, in the place of honor at their mother's right hand, sat Aspen Hawkins. The girl who had stolen her life and was favoured on by everyone in the family.

"Ravyn." Her father's voice cut through the silence like a blade. "You look... different."

"Mr. Hawkins," she replied, her face betraying nothing of the real emotions she felt inside.

A flicker of something—surprise? disappointment?—crossed her father's face at the formal address that she had given him. Eleanor tight Eleanor's lips tightened almost imperceptibly, the only sign that the distance in Ravyn's greeting had found its mark.

"Please," Eleanor said, gesturing to an empty chair that was located at the far end of the table, as far from the family as possible while still technically including her.

 "Sit. Maria will bring you something to eat."

Ravyn took her assigned place without complaint, noting how the chair had been set with the second-best china, even on her first day of return, they could not help acting cruel towards her.

The conversation resumed around her as if she were a piece of furniture. Nathan  and Jeremy discussed while Eleanor and Aspen talked about upcoming charity galas, and shopping trips.

Meanwhile Ravyn ate the simple meal Maria placed before her, which also was a far cry from the elaborate spread the rest of the family enjoyed and listened in on their conversation, keeping up to date with things that she did not know of.

The old Ravyn would have tried to join the conversation, desperate for any scrap of affection, losing her dignity in the process, but not this time.

"The basement room has been prepared for you," Eleanor announced during a lull in conversation, not bothering to look in Ravyn's direction. "Maria will show you where everything is."

"Thank you, Mrs. Hawkins," she said, and this time Eleanor's hand paused halfway to her wine glass. 

The formal address hung in the air between them and Ravyn smirked softly to herself, knowing that if Eleanor spoke up about the title, then it meant her actions  to treat them as strangers were hurting them.

After dinner, Ravyn followed Maria  down the hallway of corridors to a door she'd never noticed as a child.

The basement room was small but clean, and it was furnished with basic necessities—a single bed, a narrow dresser, a small desk beneath a window that looked out at ground level. It smelled faintly of cleaning products and disuse.

"I'm sorry it's not much, Miss," Maria whispered, her weathered hands smoothing the simple bedspread with nervous energy, not daring to meet my eyes.

 "I tried to make it comfortable."

"It's perfect," Ravyn replied, and meant it. After a prison cell, this felt like luxury to her, no roommates, no torture lined up, no more being raped without her permission.

 "Thank you for your kindness."

Maria's eyes filled with tears, and she squeezed Ravyn's hand briefly before hurrying away.

She had barely finished unpacking her meager belongings when she heard approaching footsteps and she turned around to see that it was Jeremy who had showed up on her doorway, looking agitated. His hair was disheveled,  his tie loosened, and his face flushed with what looked like wine and frustration.

"There's a party tomorrow night at Grandfather's house," he started speaking, leaning against the doorframe as if he owned not just the house but her very existence. 

"The family story is that you've been abroad all these years—studying in Europe, traveling, finding yourself. Whatever bullshit sounds believable. You will not, under any circumstances, let them think anything else. Do you understand me?"

Ravyn made a small sound of acknowledgment, it wasn't agreement, or submission. It was more like to indicate that she'd heard him.

The noncommittal response snapped whatever restraint Jeremy had been maintaining. 

His face darkened, and before Ravyn could react, he slapped her as she cut her lip, tasting blood in her mouth

"When I speak to you, you answer properly," he snarled, his voice rough with an emotion that she could not identify. 

"I'm not some prison guard you can ignore. I'm your brother, and you will show me the respect I deserve."

Ravyn slowly turned her head back to face him, her hand rising to touch the burning spot on her cheek. She did not look at him, as she spoke.

"I apologize, Master Jeremy. It won't happen again."

"I... you..." He struggled for words, clearly unprepared for her complete emotional withdrawal. "Damn it, Ravyn. Why are you acting like this? Like you don't even know me?"

Because I don't, she thought but didn't say. The Jeremy she'd once known, had died the day he helped frame her for murder. This man wearing his face was a stranger who happened to share her blood.

"I understand my place, Master Jeremy," she said instead. "I won't cause any trouble."

Before Jeremy could respond. Aspen appeared at the bottom of the staircase, looking innocent to whoever was gullible enough to see her as an angel.

"Jeremy, what's going on down here?" 

She rushed forward with practiced grace, reaching out as if to examine the injury. Ravyn stepped back smoothly, avoiding the touch without making it seem deliberate.

"I'm fine," Ravyn said simply.

"That's very kind of you to say, Miss Aspen," Ravyn replied, her tone neutral and polite.

The formal address had the desired effect. Aspen's mask slipped for just a moment, revealing a flash of fury that she quickly covered with a look of hurt confusion.

"Miss Aspen?" she repeated, her voice breaking slightly. "Ravyn, why are you being so cold? We're family."

"Perhaps," Aspen continued, stepping closer despite Ravyn's obvious desire for distance, "we could talk privately? Sister to sister? I feel like there's so much we need to catch up on."

"I don't think that's necessary," Ravyn said calmly. "I'm quite tired from the journey."

 "You must be exhausted. We can talk tomorrow, before the party. I have so many things I want to share with you. I just... I hope you can forgive me for whatever you think I've done wrong. I never wanted us to be strangers."

With that, she turned and walked away while Jeremy lingered for a moment longer, his expression conflicted.

"The party is at seven," he said finally. "Don't make us look bad."

Then he too was gone, leaving Ravyn alone in her basement sanctuary.