The Unseen Pain

Prologue

Kaira's POV:

I was sitting in front of a mirror, getting baked up in makeup done by some random women.

After they were done, I looked at myself.

Is this me? Surprising, what all make up can do?

Just a minute ago, I was covered in bruises and scars and now, I see a beautiful women in front of me.

The women went and Chaira came in.

" Now, you know what you have to do. Behave well, don't be brat. And don't dare you, try to spill the truth in front of them." I just nodded.

She gave me a wicked smile and started taking me.

" I am going to miss you. You were my favourite punching bag and also torture doll."

She took me to Giovanni's cabin.

" Come in." He said as she knocked.

Seeing him still makes shiver ran into my spine.

He is not that scary in looking but when you see what he does. You will get to know how scary exactly he is.

" You remember, you are going to home back, right?" I nodded my head.

" Make sure, you don't spill what happens here. Well, if you even do nothing is going to happen to us because everyone in your family hates you. They will just give me extra tip for making you learn your lessons after all you tried killing your own sister." He smirked.

This was the last thing, I wanted to hear.

And what does he mean by they hate me, I hate them with even more hate.

And they actually deserves. They deserve all my hate. I will hate them with all I have. I can get beaten in this shit of a school but I won't live in that place which they call home, maybe it must be theirs because for me, I am an orphan and orphans have no place to be called their's.

Chaira made me sit in a car which drove me to airport. Then I settled in an airplane, which they booked, how much they hate me, it's very clear by the way, they didn't send anyone to help me reach my seat, I was alone in a fucking huge airport where I came for the first time but shits on them, I am more educated then them.

I asked the attendees, to help me and they gladly did.

The plane soon reached in it's destination, Italy.

Where I was born. Where once I had a home.

A car was waiting for me outside. I chuckled to myself, I was prepared to find their house on my own.

I pulled a straight face and went there.

None of my brothers or dad came to pick me up.

Well, that's what I expected from my not-so-my family.

I was in front of a huge ass mansion, it was far better than that small shit like a school.

Other girls might be excited after seeing it but I was not because it was just a mansion made of bricks for me, not home, where everyone would be waiting for me to come.

I analysed the whole area.

16 guards at the front door, not too surprising, my family is in mafia.

I looked at the garden and a very tiny smile formed on my lips thinking about the memory.

(FLASHBACK)

" Lorenzo! Tell who is your favourite me or Aria?" I asked Lorenzo.

" I love you both, Princess." He said while picking a 5 year old me.