Being stuck alone in a faraway location with no other options in life. Serena sighed heavily. The nausea she had from smelling food and perfume throughout Malpensa Airport made her want to leave right away.

Huff-t...

Her forehead had been drenched in cold perspiration since two days prior to her decision to quit New York. Something unusual is going on within Serena's body, but she refuses to consult a doctor because of it. She hurriedly dragged a tiny bag of luggage to the passenger's waiting seat before her mind became wobbly.

"Hello, miss, are you all right?" An elderly gentleman tapped me on the shoulder.

Serena raised her head quickly. "I'm fine, just a little jet lag from flying from America to Europe," she said, a bit lie. Move fast so that no one notices. "I'm sorry, sir, but I must go."

"Wait, miss," the stranger said. "Let me drive you!" But his offer wasn't taken seriously until everything transpired.

"Antonio!" he yelled angrily.

The bodyguard instantly pursued the figure of the girl, who had been lurking for some time when she arrived in Milan. She suddenly fell, and her suitcase was released.

"Pick her up and bring her to stay with me!" His command was still heard.

"Mr. Benigno's, are you sure that bringing her home will not make her suspicious?" Antonio asked.

The famous maestro vigorously shook his head. Exquisitely crafted wooden sticks knocked on the floor and started walking while remaining balanced.

"That is my concern! Tell Leonardo to take everything!"

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Three months ago in New York.

Serena Wilson, who has been hesitant to contact family since her father's death, does not want to return home. However, the buzzing of the call continued to bother her, pushing her to pick up the phone.

"What's wrong, Sarah?" she yelled fiercely.

"My mother wanted you to return home as soon as possible!" She pressed the other end. "Something is going on right now, and it's your responsibility to get us out of this complicated family problem!"

The terror is pushed back by the harsh intonation.

"Any trouble?" Serena quietly muttered. Had been working in a huge city for months, escaping the claustrophobic lifestyles of the past, but was requested to see them. "I have nothing to do with you; take all of Dad's property without interfering in family matters!"

Sarah retorted angrily, "As long as Dad's alive, his property is not worth the debt; go home or be dragged out of where you are now!"

The threat appears serious, fascinating a wild girl never considered a sibling, but only Serena Wilson may be sacrificed as payment for their father's debt.

Her mother's and her two sneaky daughters' scheme to make the biological daughter of the late Mr. Andriano's believe the family situation is in jeopardy continues. Companies, fancy homes, and jewelry cannot be paid off completely. During this period, greed buried luxury.

Serena Wilson is a role model. Her name continues to be referred to as the final repulsive retribution in their lives.

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Oklahoma.

"Mr. Moore, this is my daughter Serena," Mrs. Angel cried, introducing herself to a middle-aged man. "You already know she is my late husband's favorite daughter, just..."

Her phrase hangs for an instant before she glances at the appearance of the girl despised before marriage to her father, who turns out to be in grief. "Sorry, she just got home and hasn't had time to change clothes to greet you."

What the hell is going on?

Serena let out a quiet roar. Her chin immediately rose. Eyelids widened angrily, glancing instead at the stepmother and the foreign visitors. Suspicious of their demeanor, she is concealing something from them.

"Is this your only daughter, Mrs. Angel?" Mr. Moore smirked wryly, returned he gaze to the eldest daughter of the client, who owed his money. Wild rebels are not what you might believe. "Don't you still have two other girls, but why is this offered, as if saving your lives is a joke to you?"

Serena shuddered and took a step back, avoiding the feud. Mrs. Angel's arm was suddenly yanked while she was whispering, "Stay here, little mouse!" Then she gave a sneaky smile to her husband's colleague. "My other two daughters are not mature enough, and Serena Wilson can represent them, sir."

"Hmm, I'm being chased by time," pondered Mr. Moore. "Your girl isn't worth it, and your debt isn't going to be paid off until my boss agrees!" His finger coded the bodyguard in the back, who was prepared to end their encounter.

"Come on, sir, I am confident Serena will not disappoint you later." Mrs. Angel abandoned her stepdaughter without doubt. "Bring it now; her father must be proud of the daughter of the heart to save the rest of the family."

Serena exclaimed, "No. Don't take me!"

Her arm was no longer dragged out of the house by the evil stepmother but by two unpleasant guys. When she looked around, she saw two half-sisters, Sarah and Marcella, laughing on the steps and waving goodbye for good. Mrs. Angel took her to the door, which she shut hard to avoid entering the house.

Serena screamed, "You demon woman!"

Her kidnapping was absolutely false. Being flanked by two large men in a black van made her life feel like it was on the verge of dying. "Where are we going?" As the car drove away from her parents' house.

"Sit quietly, miss!" Mr. Moore was reprimanded. "Don't throw any rages, or my guy will do something even more awful than before!"

His heart was a bit irritated, and the meeting with Mrs. Angel gave just a minor solution. He looked at Mr. Andriano's eldest daughter for a moment before switching to calling someone. "Reynard, we're on our way to the airport."

Oh, no! Serena wiggled and lunged towards the van driver, unobserved by Mr. Moore's security. "Let me out of here, you bastard!"

The aggressive reverberation woke up all of the passengers. The car swerved right and left; it was no longer under control. A sudden attack on the driver detracts from the atmosphere. Mr. Moore's phone vanished into thin air.

"David! Marco!" His order was unequivocal: capture the wild girl immediately.

A stomp back on the chair hit Serena's shoulder. Her body was frozen. "Ouch!" She exclaimed in amazement, having been struck by a needle. "Hey, what did you inject into me?"

Marco remained silent, waiting for the victim to settle down and enjoy the ride home. The wild girl's vicious gaze shrank and closed slowly. For a little moment, Serena's shoulders drooped helplessly. Her head rested on the muscular arm.

"Already, sir!" He happily reported that Boss's assistant command had been fulfilled.

"The bullet shot into your brain too!" exclaimed Mr. Moore uncontrollably. "Taking care of this little girl—you guys can't afford it, it's really embarrassing!" Curses were heard all the way to the airport.

Carrying a more complicated bride-to-be turns out to be highly perilous for them if the black van driven by Enzo rolls over on the asphalt because he did not have time to evade Serena's rush of blows earlier. Mr. Andriano's daughter has no way out.

The wedding was compelled to take place in a few more days in a different city, without the presence of family, let alone a beloved father.

Serena Wilson was unfortunate to face the cruelty of the world at the age of 20, through no fault of her own.

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