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Hot Gum by Sofia Isella played on my car as we got to Zakopane, and all I could think of was how fucking tired I am. In no time I drove us to the huge villa of my family that fits 118 people and 50 resident staff. A property big enough that the main villa has seven wings: mine at northernmost, the extra wing for extra guests at far north, an all-kids wing at mid-north, mom's and aunt Monika's main master wing, Cyril's wing at mid-south, dad's family's wing at far south, and the elders' wing at southernmost.

My wing having 7 rooms, my library, my office, my private thermal bath, a bar, and the private living room. The extra wing has 12 rooms, a private kitchen, thermal bath and a private living room. While the all-kids wing has 6 rooms, a big game room, a thermal bath with a pool that is only 1 meter deep, and a private living room.

Mom's and aunt's wing having the hugest master bedroom of the villa, private thermal bath, a bar, a library, two offices, a small kitchen, and a private living room. It has also one safe room, and the hugest balcony. Though for now, Cyril still sleeps with them. Lil bunny's wing has 7 rooms, a library, a private game room, a thermal bath similar to the one in the kids' wing, and a private living room, similar to mine.

Dad's family's wing has 20 rooms, a private kitchen, a bar, a living room, and a thermal bath, which is the second biggest in the villa, aside from the huge indoor thermal bath that's on the 1st floor and fits more than 200 people if needed. The elders' wing has 10 rooms, a private kitchen, a bar, a private living room, and a thermal bath.

Out of the bedrooms in my wing, 6 have 1 bed, 1 has 2 beds. Out of the bedrooms in the extra guests wing, 8 have 1, 4 have 2. Out of the ones in the kids wing, all 6 bedrooms have 6 beds each. Mama and aunt's wing only has theirs. In Cyril's, 4 have 1 bed, 3 have 2, the master bedroom of the wing not being used yet, only 7 of the bedrooms in his wing are used. Then comes dad's family's wing, that has 20 and all of them are of 1 bed only. Lastly, the elder's wing, in which all 10 rooms have only one bed.

Every room with only one bed, the bed is Alaskan-size, the biggest. Which is a lot, counting that they fit 3-4 people easily.

There's also the 2nd underground floor of the main villa, where at the northernmost wing, there's 5 rooms with 10 beds each, for staff. Fitting a total of 50 staff workers on it.

But in the property itself, that is three stores tall, having more three underground floors, only the 3rd one being a garage, is more than just the main villa whose rooms are all soundproof. It's surrounded by a vast and huge garden all around it, far down north there are woods and a big lake that is an amazing rink to ice skate on winter. Around the lake there are two lake houses.

The one turned to the main villa, which is the main lake house, with two floors, 10 bedrooms─ 1 master room with 1 bed and 5 suites with 1 bed each that are both on 2nd floor, and 4 suites with 2 beds each on 1st floor─, a kitchen, living room, library, 2 storage rooms, dinning room, parking garage, a thermal bath, a bar, and an office, all on 1st floor; another bar, an office, and a second thermal bath on 2nd floor.

And my lake house on the opposite side of the river, far away from the main villa, with two floors, 7 bedrooms─ my master bedroom with 1 extra huge bed and 4 suites with 1 bed each that are all on the 2nd floor, and 2 suites with 2 beds each on the 1st floor ─, a kitchen, bar, library, living room, storage room, office and thermal bath on 1st floor; another office and a thermal bath on 2nd floor.

Dad projected it all in the reformation of the villa. He knew I loved the lake and my privacy, so he got me a lake house just for myself. Though he didn't mess with the secret passages, since they exist everywhere on the villa since it's first construction, and it's still there. Dad just modernized everything and made it countless years better, utilizing all the space that was being wasted with useless room in the best form possible.

Cyril's wing was initially mine, but I changed to the northernmost one after dad died, unable to stay in that wing that kept bringing me back to so many memories. So, when mom adopted Cyril, I told her to give him that wing, and as she was already planning on doing that, it became his.

Anxiety consumed me as I opened the automatic portal at the entry with my personal control, and I drove inside. For some reason, my heart began speeding up, and I began to feel cold sweat on my skin, my anxiety crawling up so badly that I felt my limbs shaking, and it wasn't because of the cold at all. Keith and Elena followed me right behind, coming inside too, and as I parked, they parked.

Drive You Insane by Daniel Di Angelo was playing as I passed my shaky hands over my hair, shivers coming back to my skin, it wasn't from fear this time, but I can't pinpoint what it is. Pausing the song and grabbing my backpack, my handbag, my phone now charged, the charger, and my car keys, I stepped outside.

"Bad omen," I cursed under my breath, "I don't feel well."

"This place is insane!" Keith got out of my Cadillac, backpack on his back, my car keys in his hand. "Fucking shit, it's absurd."

"It's castle!" Dragan gasped, running to me. "You are filthy rich."

"What now, dear?" Elena came to me, beaming with excitement.

"Now we knock on Satan's solace," I groaned, clenching my shaky hands in fists, then I turned to Mariusz who ran to me. "This is my driver, Mariusz. Here," I handed him the key to my car. "Take everything that is packed in my travel bags to the living room of my wing, Mariusz. Then, you put the packages of clothes and other stuff that are on the Cadillac in the 6th room of my wing, and everything that is on Elena's Lexus on the 7th room of my wing that has two Queen-size beds, yeah?"

"Yes, boss," he said, hands shaking. "I'm… I'm glad you're alive."

I swallowed, "Me too, Mariusz. Me too," then I turned to them, "you can hand him the car keys, he'll get some of the staff to put every single thing on its place. You will stay in my wing. Fell lucky, only uncle and Cecylia ever stayed there on the 2nd and 3rd rooms."

"And the 4th and 5th?" Keith tilted his head.

"I don't feel like using them," I rolled my shoulders.

"Billionaires think different," he mocked.

I rolled my eyes, "We are all rich."

"Millionaires and billionaires are different," he snapped.

"Whatever, depressed boy. Let's go, or I'll die of anxiety out her. Let me be Brave to slay that bear that's waiting for me."

He giggled, "Go, go, Merida."

Swallowing, I walked to the main entry of the villa, and at each step I took, my heartbeat grew so loud that I feared they could listen to it too. And as a faint lemon scent invaded my nostrils, I felt dizzy. Must be the rush of everything that happened plus his call bringing me down all at once.

Snapping out of it, I opened the front door.

"ZOFYA!" Mom screamed desperately, before I could realize, she jumped on me and we went both to the ground, right over my bruised ribs and I let out a painful cry, but she didn't seem to notice, too busy crying. "I… I THOUGHT YOU DIED. I… I… I THOUGHT YOU DIED. YOU SCARED ME SO MUCH," her body shook against mine as she cried quite violently, taking me by absurd surprise. "WHY DID YOU GET ON THAT FUCKING PLANE, YOU DUMB IDIOT? YOU ALMOST GOT YOURSELF KILLED."

I swallowed, "I know, mom. I'm sorry. I'm fine. I'm alive." I'm not fine, not at all. I'm far from fine, but whatever.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry," what? "I love you, okay? I'm sorry I didn't say it enough. I'm sorry I didn't showed it enough. I got so scared. I… I got so scared of losing you when I haven't been a good mom for you," she cried. "I'm sorry. I hope one day you will forgive me. But I love you. I love you. You are my baby daughter, I love you, I love you."

My entire being froze under her, "I… love you too, mom. I still don't like you, but I love you. I'm sorry for worrying you, my phone died."

"Cecylia and Krys told me," she cried. "Everything." But as she put some space between us, enough for us to get up, and finally got a good look at me, she went pale, grabbing my chin. "What the fuck?" She screamed.

I flinched, "So, not everything," I mumbled, feeling weaker.

"What the fuck happened?" Then her eyes went behind me and she glared at someone, probably at Keith. "Did you did this to my daughter?"

I grabbed her arms before she could do anything reckless, "He did not do anything to me, mom. I'm the one who beat him up after we landed from the high-jacking, when I saved his ass. I was mad because he said some shit about collective suicide, so, I beat him. But then I beat another fucker who was talking shit about the pilot being a women," sigh. "He got mad and decided to get revenge in the hotel, at 1 am. He did this, then I got a hold of myself and destroyed him. He's worse than I am, but yet alive."

"YOU GOT INTO A PHYSICAL FIGHT, MAGDALENA?"

I flinched at her loudness, "No. I got into three physical fights with two different people, mom. Anyways, this is Keith," I pointed at him, "the depressive boy I saved on the plane. This is Elena, whom I met in Zurich, and her two sons, Dragan and little Yury. 19, 27, 11, and 1, respectively. They are living him in Warsaw and have no one but themselves, so, I told them to come spend the holidays with us, because no one deserves to be alone in such a moment. And no, they are not bloodsuckers, they are both millionaires, yeah?"

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Eleonora," Elena came closer. "Zofya saved my son, Dragan, on the plane. She high-jacked with him, and she held him through it all, all while giving all of us close enough to her to hear it, instructions of what to do. She saved way more than just us, to be honest."

"She saved me too," Keith stepped up. "I deserved the beating, so, no hard feelings. She saved me more than once, kind of rudely, but right."

I slapped the back of his head, "Hey, don't call me rude, depressed boy, I just saved your life and stopped your cycle of loneliness."

He rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say, Merida."

Mom narrowed her eyes at him, "He's not your boyfriend, right?"

"No!" Cecylia yelled and ran to us. "She hates blondes. Her man is way better than depressed boy here. And hotter. And taller. And older."

"Enough, right?" I glared at her and shut her up.

"No. I'm her boyfriend!" Dragan exclaimed, making many people laugh. "I'll be, in the future, when I grow to be incredible."

"You are incredible, lil dragon," I winked at him. "Where's my lil bunny, mom? And aunt Monika?" I tuner to there others, "Hi, gingers," but then I frowned when I saw an unknown face. Not just one, but a man that looks like mom, a woman, and eight kids that looked like both of them, two of the girls and one of the boys looking around my age, 16-17. "Who are you?" I turned to mom, "Didn't you say King was an insufferable single piece of shit or something?"

Mom gasped, blushing hard, "Zofya, don't say that."

I blinked, "Mom, he has kids that look almost as old as me, and 8 kids at total. King seems far from single to me." I glared at him, "So, you are my infamous youngest uncle mom said so much shit about?"

The guy burst out laughing, "Oh, no, pumpkin, I'm your other uncle who is older than… King. I'm Kizacwery, the 5th out of the 6th of us. My little brother was single. He's dating now, but yes, he was single for his whole life. And Nora, you should stop calling him that, he hates it."

"Wait, what?" I frowned, "What the hell are you doing here too?"

"Oh? I fought with our family, so I decided to come. We all wanted to meet the famous Zofya too."

I scoffed mockingly, "I have no desire of meeting any of you after 17 bloody years, Reid-Novak. You are nothing to me, you've never been here, not even when my father died you called. Nothing. Never. There will be no connecting here, yeah?"

Everyone froze, but mom stared at me, "Don't do this, Zofya."

"Don't do what? Come on, mom, you didn't really expect me to welcome your sweet British family that was busy for 17 years, living their rainy cute lovely family life together, in London, and never even came to meet me, did you? They never cared. To me, they are nothing!" I hissed.

"Ah, don't say that, you will hurt my feelings, love," Rafał came to us from the back, holding lil bunny in his arms, Monika at his side.

My eyes widened and I had to hold onto something not to fall down, I ended up grabbing Elena's arm, "What… what…"

"He is King," mom told me, "my youngest brother."

No.

No, no, no.

Noooooooooooo.

Rafał… Rafał can't be my uncle.

NO. NO. NO, NO, NO. NOOOOOOOO.