Chapter 5

Lena's POV:

I woke up in my huge bed and yawned so loudly while using my hand to cover my mouth.

I stretched my body like I was trying to break my bones. It had been a while since I had a good sleep. All my life, I had always been treated like shit. I never had time for myself. So how would I have gotten a nice sleep in a place like that?

I was still in doubt. I couldn’t be blamed, because everything happened in a flash. I didn't see it coming. I never knew I was going to be a billionaire overnight.

For a moment, I thought it was all a dream, then I realized that everything was real. I just needed to get used to this new life.

I took the blanket off my body and dropped my legs on the ground.

I touched the soft sheets, looked around the beautiful room, and said, “This is really my life now,” with a slight smile.

I rubbed my eyes, stood up, walked towards the window, looked out at the estate, and inhaled the air with my eyes closed.

My eyes were still closed when a knock interrupted my sweet moment. I got startled for a moment before I turned to the door.

“Good morning, Ma'am Lena,” the housekeeper said.

“Breakfast is ready, and your brothers sent me to get you,” she added.

“Oh, yeah, I will be down in a minute. You can go, don't worry about me,” I said, walking to the shoe cart to put on my slippers.

I slowly made my way downstairs, my hand gripping the golden railing as I descended the grand staircase. Each step I took echoed softly in the quiet mansion.

When I reached the bottom, I followed the sound of low voices and the smell of food. It led me to the dining room.

I stopped at the entrance, my breath catching.

The dining room was enormous. A long, polished mahogany table sat in the center, surrounded by high-backed chairs upholstered in cream fabric. A crystal chandelier hung above the table, catching the morning light and scattering it across the room in tiny rainbows.

The walls were painted a warm cream color with gold accents. Large windows on one side overlooked the garden, letting in natural light that made everything glow. There were fresh flowers in an elegant vase at the center of the table.

Place settings were already arranged, fine china plates, silver cutlery, and crystal glasses that looked too expensive to touch.

My brothers were already seated, dressed casually but still looking put together in ways I never could when I was with Aiden. They looked up when they saw me and smiled.

"Good morning, Lena," Henry said warmly, gesturing to an empty chair. "Come, sit."

I hesitated for a moment, feeling out of place in such a grand room, then slowly walked over and sat down.

Over breakfast, Damien announced, his voice still and calm, “Today, we're taking you shopping.” He took another bite from the steak, his face still facing down.

“You need a whole new wardrobe.”

“Yeah. Damien is right. You need to look like the billionaire that you are,” Abel said, dropping his cutlery.

I was about to speak when Henry said, “So, after breakfast, I want you to run upstairs and change into something better.”

I felt my throat tighten at once. I almost teared up, but I had to control myself. I didn't want to keep crying.

“But you guys bought some things for me and arranged them in the wardrobe,” I protested, fighting the tears threatening to flow.

“I don't need much.”

But they shut it down and chorused softly, “You're a Morrison now. You need to look like you belong.”

“Besides, it'll be fun. When was the last time you treated yourself?” Abel asked while staring at me.

I realized that I couldn't remember the last time I bought something nice or did anything nice for myself. I was dependent on Aiden because he restricted me from working. But he never took care of me; instead, he treated me like a servant.

I was no different from the housekeepers. He watched me repeat my old clothes and shoes multiple times, but he never cared to get me new ones.

But now, I'm getting them without stress, without being maltreated.

I had to let the tears flow freely, not because I was hurt, but because a new chapter of me had just begun. I would no longer suffer.

“I can't remember,” I replied with a husky voice, tears streaming down my eyes.

“Hey, don't cry,” Abel said as he stood and came close to me.

“I get it that you went through a lot in the past, but this is the future now. I promise you that nobody will ever dare to hurt you again. We are here for you, Lena,” he said.

“Yes, Lena, we are here for you. We are going to protect you with everything we've got, and we will provide anything and everything that you desire,” Henry said.

“So, don't worry,” Damien's thick voice came in.

“And that lunatic is already paying for his offenses. Just forget about him.”

Shortly after breakfast, we all went to get ready for the shopping trip.

I dressed very simply. I wore a shirt, a baggy hoodie, baggy joggers, and white sneakers.

After I finished dressing up, I came downstairs and sat on the couch, waiting for my brothers.

I was stunned when my three brothers came into view.

Because what the hell?

My brothers took the shopping personally. They were all in black tuxedos, their hair shining like the stars, and they smelled nice too. And there I was, looking like I was going for a morning jog.

“Are we good to go?” Henry asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Oh, ye—yeah. Yeah, we’re good,” I stuttered, jumping up from the couch.

They smiled at me, and we walked out of the house.

We pulled up to an area of the city I had only ever seen in magazines or on TV.

The street was lined with luxury storefronts, each one more elegant than the last. Massive glass windows displayed mannequins dressed in clothes I couldn’t even pronounce, Chanel, Gucci, Prada, Versace. The signs were sleek and understated, but they screamed wealth.

Well-dressed shoppers strolled along the sidewalks, carrying designer shopping bags with ribbon handles. Women in high heels and tailored outfits walked with confidence, their sunglasses expensive, their jewelry glittering in the sunlight. Men in crisp suits moved in and out of stores like this was their everyday routine.

Everything about this place felt untouchable, like it existed in a different world from the one I had been living in just days ago.

Abel parked the car in front of one of the largest boutiques. The building had tall glass doors with gold handles, and even from outside, I could see the elegant displays inside.

I sat frozen in my seat, staring at the boutique.

“Lena?” Henry’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. He was already outside, holding the door open for me.

I swallowed hard and slowly stepped out of the car, my legs feeling weak again.