LOGINWhen the family posted the assessment results and started handing out placements, everyone crowded around my twin sister. My brother, Alessandro, tapped the Manhattan headquarters on the list. "This one. Obviously. You stick with me, learn how the family works. " "Once I take over the Vittore family, you'll be the most spoiled little princess in New York." Matteo slid the Brooklyn branch file in front of her. "Don't listen to him. Come to Brooklyn. I'll train you myself. We'll run things together someday." My parents smiled and nodded along. "Staying in New York is perfect. With your brother and Matteo looking out for you, we won't have to worry." It took them a long time to remember that I had taken the assessment too. "Stella, your score's too low. Just pick any branch in New York and sit there for a while." My brother didn't even look up as he said it. "Yeah. We'll all be in New York anyway. Easy to keep an eye on you." Matteo nudged me along out of habit. "Confirmation closes in half an hour. Don't space out again. Nobody wants to clean up after you." Slowly, I tightened my grip on my score sheet. When we were little and played pretend, my sister was always the princess everyone fought to save. My brother was the loyal knight. Matteo was the prince who fought his way through the thorns. And me? I was always the wicked witch nobody liked. Turns out growing up didn't change a thing. If no one wanted me around, then I would put in for a transfer overseas, somewhere as far from them as I could get. Let there be oceans between us. I would not look back.
View MoreFour years flew by.I had grown from the new girl at the European Strategy Center into the head of its risk analysis department.In my first year, I worked on every one of the group's projects across Europe.My risk calls were spot on, and they made the group a lot of money.That same year, Mr. Bianchi called with news about my shares.Mom's power of attorney had ended the day I turned eighteen. The transfer had never been valid. All five percent went back into my name, and Serena was quietly taken off the shareholder register.In my second year, the project I led launched successfully and saved the group from a major business loss.In my third year, I finished my master's in financial analysis and earned my professional certification.I also became one of the youngest project leads at the European Strategy Center.I was no longer the little girl squeezed into the storage room at the estate, living on leftovers in exchange for a word of praise from her parents.I had my own office, my
I ignored his yelling. I just crouched down and picked up the oranges one by one.I wiped the dirt off each one and put them back in the bag.Then I looked up at Alessandro."Think about what?""I was the good daughter for eighteen years. Now I've picked my own path. What's wrong with that?"That left Alessandro speechless. Then, embarrassed and angry, he pointed at me."You're selfish! You're cold! I always knew it. Nobody ever liked you, and now you're even worse!""Serena's so upset about you she can't even focus on her training at headquarters. Can you live with that?""That's her problem."I picked up the bag and turned toward the building.After a few steps, I stopped and looked back to remind him."And next time you grab my stuff, I'm calling the police."Alessandro shouted after me, but he didn't dare follow.The third one to come was Matteo.It was a rainy weekend.I walked out of the office and opened my umbrella. Then I saw a familiar figure standing in the rain.Matteo was
The first one to find me was Dad.He used his connections at New York headquarters to reach the Geneva office, then tracked down my work schedule.That afternoon, I had just finished a project meeting and walked out of the building when I saw him standing in the lobby.It had only been a few months, but he looked ten years older.His hair had gone much grayer. The lines around his eyes were deeper. Even the back he always held so straight had started to stoop.When he saw me, his eyes went red. He hurried over and reached for my arm."Stella! I finally found you!"I took a step back, out of his reach."What are you doing here?"His hand froze in midair, and he forced an eager smile."Come home with me, honey.""Your mom cries every day. She's making herself sick. And Serena keeps asking about you. The whole house is a mess because of this."I looked at him coldly."What does that have to do with me?"Dad's face stiffened. Then he got anxious."How can you say that? That's your home!""
The plane to Geneva cut through the clouds.I leaned back in my seat and watched the sea of clouds slide past the window. I felt lighter than I ever had.It was like I had finally pulled out a thorn that had been stuck in my heart for eighteen years.The wound might still hurt. But at least no one would keep tearing it open again.When the plane landed, it was early afternoon in Geneva.Cool, crisp air drifted in from outside, carrying the faint smell of the lake.Someone from the family's strategy center was already waiting for me at the airport."Miss Stella. Welcome to Geneva."I thanked him and followed him to the car.Out the window, there were clean, quiet streets, old stone buildings, and the lights of Lake Geneva glittering in the distance.There were no long hallways of the Vittore estate here. No people always circling around Serena.And no one who would write me off just because I was the family's least favorite daughter.When I got to my apartment, I spent the whole afterno






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