All Chapters of Loathsome Brothers Broken Little Princess: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

STAR'S POV “I just lost my family… and now you’re forcing me out of town too?!” Tears streamed down my face as my voice cracked through the quiet cemetery. I was still wearing my white funeral dress. Only hours ago, I had stood there and watched the only person I had left be lowered into the ground—gone forever. Now they wanted to take even this place away from me. The officer standing in front of me sighed, sympathy flickering in his eyes. “My deepest condolences for your loss, Miss Vanderbilt. But… she wasn’t your family. She was only your caretaker—” Something sharp twisted painfully in my chest. My trembling hands curled into fists. “What… what did you just say?” My voice came out broken—small—but the hurt behind it was fierce. Before I knew it, I had grabbed the front of his collar, tears blurring my vision as another officer quickly stepped forward, trying to pull me back. “She was my family!” My scream tore from my throat, raw with grief. “She was all I had…” My

STAR'S POV I stayed in my room only long enough for the ache in my chest to dull.. But how long will these last? I am home.. I have to live under the same roof as them.. I can't ignore them forever, neither can they.. Maybe they are still mad because I wasn't in front of them enough? Maybe staying far away from them made my guilt seem true? I have to let them know the truth... About what happened that night.. But before that, I have to soften them up a bit so they will actually listen to me and won't just throw me away like Atlas did this morning.. I opened the door but reality hit me back... it's been 10 years since I left the house... I nearly know nothing about this place.. The Vanderbilt estate was even bigger than I remembered. Or maybe I had simply been too little back then to realize how enormous it truly was. Everything screamed wealth- towering ceilings painted with intricate gold details, crystal chandeliers hanging like frozen stars, polished marble floors t

STAR'S POV "Tomorrow is your birthday... What do you want to to do? " Franklin asked as we walked deeper in the woods to collect mushrooms.. This is the same forest behind the estate, the one that divides two towns.. I sighed.. "There is a noodle shop.. Every year Gloria used to take me there to celebrate.. Other than that, I didn't do any celebration.. " I said as we walked deeper.. "How far is it? " I asked as he pointed forward.. "Few more minutes to the right side.. " I shook my head.. "You know you could just keep the mushrooms closer to the estate.. " Franklin laughed.. "I said the same but your brother Aries is on other level.. According to him, harvesting mushrooms should feel authentic, not something artificial.. " I let out a small laugh.. "Do you think they'll remember my birthday?" I asked and Franklin sighed.. "I don't think they will.. They still hate me.. Only if I could tell them the truth.. " "What truth are you talking about? When sir Leo pas

ATLAS' POV I stared at the staircase long after Hannah disappeared. The sound of her footsteps- frantic, uneven, broken- echoed through the mansion like a wound being carved deeper into old flesh. Then silence. A terrible silence. My jaw tightened. My chest felt strangely hollow. For years, I had imagined this moment- her crying. Begging. Breaking. I thought it would feel like justice. Like revenge. Like Leo would finally rest if she suffered even a fraction of what we had suffered. So why- why did my chest feel like it had been split open? Why did the image of her collapsing to her knees keep replaying in my mind? Why did her scream- "I WAS SEVEN! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!" -sound less like a lie...and more like agony? I clenched my fists. Hard. No. I couldn't think like that. I had seen Leo die. I had seen him at the bottom of those stairs, blood pooling beneath his small body.. his tiny hand weakly lifting- pointing at Hannah- his lips trembling around her