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So that they could gain our favour and take our money.
Now that we are the only ones left to look after such wealth, there will be more cockroaches–coming towards us and gaining our favours.
I—or We, will do anything to protect this wealth and make ourselves worthy...We promise that.
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MORNING
AUTHOR'S P.O.V
Soon the fire was blown down and the children were sent to another mansion, which was one of their properties.
"Dion", Sara called out to the blacknette.
"Yes?", He turned his head sideways to look at the blue-eyed girl.
"You sure this is your house?", Sara stood there in awe.
The house, no mansion, was a white manor that had silver linings around. There was a fountain in front of the house and gardens surrounding the boundary of the estate. The gate was a big one too.
Dion chuckled lightly and knocked on the entrance door.
"Yes, this was–no is my home before I came to the Harold estate", Dion started thinking about his past.
How his dad cheated on his birth mother and how she committed suicide.
How foolish he was to think that Shiela will love him.
How innocent he was before he had to face the dark reality.
"Bleh! This house looks gross", Eric's face looked as if he was going to throw up anytime.
"Shh!", Sara put her middle finger on Eric's lips.
The door opened with a creak and they were greeted by a ravenette.
"Good Morning, young master. We are so sorry for your loss, young master", He bowed, followed by the other maids and servants.
Dion hugged him. Low sniffs were to be heard.
He should join the acting industry, I swear
Eric thought while seeing the drama unfold.
I think I taught him too well
Sara mentally sweatdropped.
"It's okay, Dion sama", The butler pat his head.
Dion soon freed himself from the hug and introduced us.
"Fred, meet my siblings", He wore a soft smile on his face.
"She is Sara Tatiana, my step sister", He pointed to the white-haired girl.
"And he is Eric Stanley, my stepbrother", Dion wrapped one of his arms around the blond's shoulder.
The butler, or Fred as he addressed him, pushed his glasses with a stoic face and interrogated his little young master.
"Why are your step-siblings having different surnames?", He asked with a grim but somewhat mocking tone.
Oya Oya! He wants to die!?
Eric clenched his hand into a fist.
I would like to hear Dion's answer. This answer will prove to him, how he sees us—As a family? Or as something else?
Sara folded her arms with a calculative look on her face.
"Oh...It's because they didn't want to forget their *Hic* dead *Hic* father. I wanted them to keep the surname so that they—!", Dion faked his tears to the point he started crying on his knees.
The butler flinched and crouched down to wipe the tears off their master. He didn't want to cause such a ruckus.
The other servants and maids were glaring daggers on the back of Fred's head. If looks could kill, he would have been dead by now.
Where is the Noble prize for the best acting? I want to present it to my brother
Eric sarcastically thought.
I never expected this type of an answer
Sara smirked which got unnoticed by the others except for Eric.
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After all those drama or k drama as Eric remarked about it, They soon dressed up into fresh clothes and were sitting on the seats of the dining room.
The table in front of them had their favourite food cooked.
"Looks delicious", Sara took a breath to savour the smell.
"The meat was cut into the right size and was sizzled perfectly", Eric stabbed his fork into it, as if he was checking its tenderness.
But in reality, he was trying his stabbing skills.
Thankfully they transferred the important books and possessions before the fire broke.
Eric found a book in his father's room, which had the descriptions, procedures and many other things on the topic of killing.
The book's name is 'Unlimited Ways to Kill your Target'.
"I am happy that I can eat Frida's cooking!", Dion licked his lips like a cute, naive and innocent child.
Frida was Fred's sister. She was once a world chef who later resigned from her position and started serving the Delvatores.
The reason why Dion was named Dion was because of the Wine Enterprise that his grandfather had.
In Greek, Dion meant the God Of Wine.
The worst thing about Eric's name was that it meant Ruler in Greek. His father named him so because he thought he would rule out the world with such wealthy assets...Plus Lewis was also known as the King Killer.
The saddest thing about the meaning of Sara was Princess. She was originally named so by her mother because she had great looks from a young age. If she were to follow in her mother's footsteps, she would have conquered the heart of every man by now.
How sad, funny and humiliating thing, right?
After that, a polite knock was heard and one of the servants quickly ran to see who was it.
And the person—no people who knocked on the door was the police gang.
TIMESKIP TO THE GRAVEYARD
They, along with some neighbours and onlookers had gathered to pass the three children some ⅘ burnt dead bodies.
Sara gasped and covered her mouth like a child, but beneath she was congratulating herself for planning out such a perfect assassination.
Eric got behind Dion to not see the sight, but mentally, he was having a party.
Dion just deadpanned at the sight, not wanting to puke right there.
The whole atmosphere turned into some melancholic sh*t as the coffins were prepared and laid beside each body... a dead body.
Soon news reporters started to flood in.
Sara did the last offerings to her mother, just like how her brothers did to their fathers.
Fred questioned the identity of Lewis and Dion shrugged it off as their uncle.
Soon the news reporters and cameramen started questioning both of them.
They answered some while Sara got a little sick with the number of people that were flocking around them.
It was already afternoon, the clouds covered the blue sky...Adding more background effects to this melancholic sh*t.
"D-Dion...Take me away from here", She gripped onto her older brother's shirt as if her life depended on it.
"Sara has a bit of agoraphobia", Eric whispered to him.
Dion nodded his head before breaking from the crowd and going to the guest room.
"I'll come later. Let me handle this", Eric then started dealing with the news reporters.
Meanwhile, a man in his 30s was silently watching the three siblings. He smirked and opened the silver case which had some cigarettes, and lighted one.
He was leaning onto a black limousine.
The boy beside the unknown man was intensely watching Sara as she went into that big house.
"You sure you have collected the right information...Liam kun?", The man turned to face the boy.
"Of course. You can't expect me to jump to conclusions so easily. Just some dollars and the maid started sprouting the information", He closed his eyes as the raindrops landed on his eyelids.
After a while, the rain started.
"We should go in, boss", Liam got in the limo followed by the man.
This will be an exciting opportunity for me to see through them
Liam smirked as he laid back on the seat.
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