Chapter 4

Lena POV:

My brothers led me out of the hospital. My legs were still shaky, and I was trying to process everything that had just happened.

We got outside, and my eyes landed on a sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom parked right in front of the entrance. The car looked so expensive and intimidating. I had only seen cars like this in movies or on TV.

Abel opened the back door for me and gestured for me to get in.

I hesitated for a moment, looking at the car, then at him. He smiled warmly and nodded, assuring me it was okay.

I slowly stepped in, and the moment I sat down, I felt like I had entered a different world. The seats were covered in soft, cream-colored leather that felt like butter against my skin.

Everything inside was so clean and polished. There was wood trimming on the doors and dashboard that looked hand-carved. The ceiling had tiny lights that looked like stars.

I ran my hand gently over the seat, scared I might ruin something. The car smelled rich, like new leather and expensive cologne.

Henry got in beside me while Damien sat in the front passenger seat. Abel took the driver's seat and started the engine. The car purred to life so quietly I barely heard it.

I sank into the seat, still in shock. Just days ago, I was dragging my suitcases in the rain with nowhere to go. Now I was sitting in a Rolls-Royce, surrounded by men who claimed to be my brothers.

I placed my hand on my belly and whispered to myself, "What is happening?”

Henry noticed my facial expression; he then turned in my direction.

“You know you are safe now, right? There's no need for you to be worried, Lena. Trust me… trust us, your brothers,” Henry said, placing his hand on mine.

I turned, looked at him, and nodded with a smile before taking my head back to where it was.

“We won't let anything or anyone hurt you, as long as we are alive,” Damien added.

“You are the heiress of the Morrison family. You are now powerful and untouchable,” Abel pointed out, looking at me with a smile on his face through the rearview mirror.

Looking out the window, I saw the city change from regular to wealthy neighborhoods. I was still in disbelief, and I was finding it hard to believe everything.

“I guess my life is about to change for good, and I would love to see the looks on Aiden’s face, when he's realized what he has lost, ” I muttered to myself in a low tone.

Henry turned to me with a soft smile, trying to ease the tension in the air.

"So, Lena... how have you been? I mean, before all of this happened?" he asked gently.

I looked down at my hands, fidgeting with my fingers. I didn't know what to say or where to start.

"I... I've been okay, I guess," I lied, forcing a small smile.

Abel glanced at me through the rearview mirror. "Do you have any hobbies? Things you like to do?"

I thought for a moment. It had been so long since I did anything for myself.

"I used to like reading," I said quietly. "But I haven't had time for that in a while."

"Reading? That's nice," Henry said, his smile widening. "What kind of books do you like?"

"Romance, mostly. And sometimes mystery novels," I replied, relaxing a little.

"Good taste," Abel chimed in. "I'll make sure we get you a whole library if that's what you want."

I looked at him, surprised. "You don't have to do that."

"We want to," Henry said firmly but kindly.

"You're our sister. We want you to be happy."

I didn't know what to say to that, so I just nodded and looked out the window.

Damien, who had been quiet the whole time, finally spoke without turning around. "When is the baby due?"

I placed my hand on my stomach. "In about six months," I said softly.

Henry's face lit up. "We're going to be uncles," he said, excitement in his voice.

Abel laughed. "Yeah, and I'm going to spoil that kid rotten."

I couldn't help but smile a little. For the first time in a long time, I felt a tiny bit of warmth in my chest. Maybe, just maybe, things were going to be okay.

Damien picked his phone, placed a call, and put the phone against his ear. The phone rang for a while before someone finally picked it up.

“Fix and arrange the biggest room, the heiress is coming back home,” he said, bluntly.

I felt cold ran through my body. I was nervous, this was the first time i was being treated so nice and soft.

We drove through tall, golden gates that opened automatically as we approached. My mouth hung open as I stared out the window.

The driveway was long and lined with perfectly trimmed trees and beautiful flowers on both sides. It looked like something out of a fairytale.

Then the mansion came into view, and I gasped.

It was massive. I couldn't even count how many windows it had. The building was white with tall pillars in the front, like those fancy houses I'd seen in magazines. There was a huge fountain in the middle of the circular driveway with water shooting up and sparkling under the sunlight.

"This... this is where you live?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

"This is where we live," Henry corrected me gently. "It's your home too now."

I shook my head slowly, still staring at the mansion. "I... I don't belong here."

"Yes, you do," Damien said firmly from the front seat.

Abel parked the car right in front of the entrance. I sat frozen in my seat, too scared to get out.

Everything about this place screamed wealth and power. And here I was, looking like I had just crawled out of the street, because I literally had.

Henry opened the door for me and stretched out his hand. I looked at it, then at the mansion, then back at him.

"It's okay, Lena. Come on," he encouraged.

I took his hand and slowly stepped out of the car. My legs felt weak as I stood there, staring up at the enormous building.

Staff members were already standing at the entrance, all dressed nicely and waiting. When they saw me, they smiled warmly.

I felt so out of place. I didn't know how to stand, how to walk, or even how to breathe properly. I wanted to disappear.

"Welcome home, Miss Lena," an older woman said with a kind smile and a slight bow.

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out. I just nodded awkwardly, feeling my cheeks burn with embarrassment.

This was too much. Everything was too much.

“This is Lena Morrison, our lost sister and also the heiress of the Morrison family,” Damien said, firmly with his hands tucked in his pockets.

“Treat her right and nice. Anyone who disrespect’s her will face the consequences, do you all understand?” Damien added.

“Yes, sir,” the workers chorused.

I didn't know what I was feeling at the moment, because everything felt like a dream. From the brothers, to the car, to the mansion and all. If anyone had told me I would be here today, I would have taken it for sarcasm.

“If this is a dream, then I don't want to wake up from it,” I whispered to myself, happily.

“Set the table for dinner,” Abel ordered.

They all nodded with a bow and split into different directions.

“Come, we'll show you to your room,” Abel added.

I hesitated before going towards the direction he pointed at.

I stepped inside, and my breath caught in my throat.

The room was enormous, bigger than the entire apartment I used to share with Aiden. The walls were painted in a soft cream color, and the bed in the center looked like it was made for royalty. It had tall posts with sheer white curtains draped around it. The sheets looked so white and fluffy, like clouds.

There was a sitting area by the window with a couch and a small table. The window itself was huge, with long, elegant curtains tied back to let in the sunlight. I could see the garden and the fountain from here.

A vanity table sat against one wall with a large mirror surrounded by soft lights. There was a walk-in closet with the door slightly open, and I could see it was already filled with clothes, shoes, and bags.

Everything looked so expensive, so perfect, so... not for someone like me.

I walked slowly into the room, afraid that if I moved too fast, I'd break something or wake up from this dream.

I reached out and touched the edge of the bed. The fabric was so soft under my fingers. My hands were trembling.

I moved to the vanity and gently picked up a perfume bottle sitting there. It was glass, delicate, and beautiful. I put it back down carefully, scared I'd drop it.

Tears started streaming down my face. I couldn't hold them back anymore.

"This... this is too much," I whispered, my voice shaking. "I don't deserve this."

Henry came up beside me and placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.

"Lena," he said softly, "this is yours. Everything here is yours. You don't have to be afraid."

I shook my head, still crying. "I've never had anything like this. I don't know how to—"

"You don't have to know how to do anything," Damien interrupted, his voice firm but kind.

"Just rest. Just breathe. You're home now."

I covered my face with my hands and sobbed. Not out of sadness this time, but out of relief, disbelief, and overwhelming emotion.

Abel walked over and stood in front of me.

"You deserve every bit of this, Lena. And so much more," he said.

I looked up at all three of them through my tears. For the first time in years, I felt... safe.

“Go get cleaned up and come downstairs. Dinner is almost ready,” Henry said.

“Alright, Henry,” I replied as they spun around and walked out of the room.

After my brothers left me alone, I just stood there for a moment, trying to take everything in.

My eyes wandered around the room again, and that's when I noticed another door. I walked over and opened it.

My jaw dropped.

It was the bathroom, but it wasn't just any bathroom. It was huge. The floors were made of white marble with gold details. There was a large bathtub in the corner that looked more like a small pool. It had jets on the sides. Next to it was a glass shower big enough for three people.

The sink had a massive mirror above it with lights all around. There were fluffy white towels stacked neatly on a shelf, and the whole room smelled like lavender and vanilla.

I walked up to the bathtub and ran my fingers along the edge. It was smooth and cold to the touch.

"A bath," I whispered to myself. "A real bath."

I hadn't had one in days. The last time I washed properly was in that dirty public toilet, and even that wasn't enough.

I turned on the faucet, and warm water started pouring out. I found some bath salts and oils sitting on a tray nearby and poured them in.

The water started to smell like roses and honey.

I slowly undressed, my body aching from everything I'd been through. I stepped into the tub carefully, and the moment the warm water touched my skin, I let out a sigh of relief.

It felt like heaven.

I sank deeper into the water until it covered my shoulders. The warmth wrapped around me like a hug I didn't know I needed. My muscles, which had been tense for days, finally started to relax.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back against the edge of the tub.

For the first time in what felt like forever, I wasn't cold. I wasn't dirty. I wasn't scared.

I ran my hands over my arms, washing away the dirt, the pain, the memories of the last few days. Tears rolled down my cheeks again, but this time they were quiet tears. Healing tears.

I placed my hand on my belly under the water.

"We're okay now, baby," I whispered. "We're finally okay."

I stayed in that bathtub for what felt like hours, just soaking, breathing, and letting myself believe that maybe, just maybe, this was real.

My brothers insisted I come down for dinner.

Before I could finish dressing up, someone knocked on the door.

“Who is there?” I asked, trying to put a shirt on.

“Ma'am, the bosses said I should come tell you that dinner is ready,” she replied without answering the question.

“Okay, I will be downstairs in a minute,” I replied as I slid my legs into my slippers and hurried towards the door.

I was nervous and felt out of place at the formal dining table.

They tried to make me comfortable. They shared a story about “little Lena,” which was me, and I started feeling like I belonged for the first time. I felt a little bit relieved.

I noticed them exchanging looks when Aiden's name came up briefly, but they didn’t elaborate. I didn't understand what those looks were for, but they were dangerous looks.

After dinner, I hurried back to my room, but I couldn't sleep.

I went downstairs for water. As I passed Damien's office, I heard their voices, and the door was slightly left open.

I stopped to listen to what they were discussing. I wanted to walk away without eavesdropping on my brothers, but I couldn't.

“Find out everything about Aiden Norman…” Damien said to Abel.

“We need to destroy him,” Henry said angrily.

“Carefully. Lena's been through enough,” Abel replied.

“He threw out a Morrison. He'll regret it,” Damien said, firm and cold.

I quickly backed away from the door and rested my back against the wall.

They were planning something, something that could destroy Aiden Norman. I didn't know what that was.

I felt relieved but also scared.

I quickly moved away and went back to my room.

I lay down on my bed, facing the ceiling and thinking about everything I had heard.

“What could they have planned to do to him?” I asked myself.

I knew nothing about my brothers, but the little I had known about them was enough for me to know that they could be brutal and deadly.