The Forsaken Heiress STRIKES BACK!

In a countryside tucked far away from the glamorous view of the city of New York, Seraphina looked at the phone in her hand, unblinking.

She had just called her real family, her real parents, and had thought that they would be happy to receive the news of their child, but she was clearly disappointed.

There had been no gasps of happiness, no surprise, nothing. Just the sound of a beep that meant the call signal had been disconnected.

She had been so hopeful that she was going to be reunited with her real parents finally. But she had ultimately thought very wrong. They didn't want her.

The only parent that had welcomed her with opened arms was her mother... well, foster mother who was now dead.

Seraphina wondered if she would have no one to call family now that her biological parents didn't want her.

She looked down at the portrait in her hand that she had been holding for only god knows how long. It was the portrait of her now late foster mother, Rosamund.

Few days ago, she had been well and alive, until five days ago. Suddenly, Seraphina came home and found her all bloodied and battered.

She had wanted to take her to the hospital, but Rosamund had stopped her from doing so. It was as if she had anticipated something like this would happen. But what could that have been?

Who could have wanted her dead? Seraphina didn't know.

But before she finally gave up, she had told Seraphina a secret that she had kept with her all these while.

A heart shattering truth about her birth that had Seraphina stumbling back in astonishment.

And now, even though she had grown, her real parents still didn't want her, or else, why would they just hung up on her?

Standing up, and walking towards the table she had prepared for her mother's portrait, she placed it on the table with utmost reverence.

Even though she couldn't provide her with everything, Rosamund had taken care of her with all her might.

After one last look at the smiling woman in the portrait, she went into the kitchen, prepared something to eat. For two days, she hadn't had anything to eat.

While she prepared it, she heard footsteps, one she knew by heart, who owned the steps.

Micheal walked into the kitchen, and they discussed the call with her biological parents.

"You called?"

"Yeah, I did."

"And..."

"And they-"

The ringing sound of her phone interrupted her. He helped her pick it up, passing it to her. Seraphina pressed it against her ear, her heartbeat drumming in anticipation that she could almost hear it.

Her parents... they have called her back! What were they going to tell her? Did... did they already have a change of heart?

"I'm sorry..."

Oh God! Apology, they are apologizing! It was George. And was that excitement in his tone of voice?

"We are sorry to have hung up on you just like that. We will await your return tomorrow with bated breaths. And we will talk more and in length when you finally arrive."

Seraphina's face broke out in a smile, and she nodded, overwhelmed with happiness even though they couldn't see her. Only after Micheal gestured for her to speak, did she realize she was nodding.

"Yes, yes... I will. I will see you tomorrow."

And with that, the call dropped with another beeping sound. They had agreed for her to come back!

The next morning, Seraphina's little things she had were packed up. Micheal came very early to wish her goodbye. They hugged, and before she could take a step, they heard it...

The whirling sound of a helicopter blade. The neighborhood erupted into a frenzy. Most people haven't really been opportuned to see one up close. Only the ones flying by.

The helicopter landed, and two burly men in suits jumped down from it, walking towards her. Micheal immediately dragged Seraphina protectively behind him.

With pistols snug in their leather holsters and thick, black tactical gloves swallowing their hands, the men look like shadows carved from threat itself.

Faces unreadable, postures rigid, they exude the cold efficiency of men who've seen too much, done worse, and would do it again without blinking.

"Miss Seraphina?" One of them asked. But she noticed he didn't introduce himself.

"And who are you?" Micheal asked, his voice thick with a hint of apprehension and caution.

When the man saw Seraphina's bewildered look, he started explaining the reasons he was here, still not introducing himself, she noticed.

"Ah, I'm sorry. But we are asked to come and pick Miss Seraphina up. The Washington's didn't want you to suffer on the way back since it's a very far distance."

"Alright, that's so thoughtful of them." said Seraphina after a minute of silence. "You may lead the way."

And with that, she climbed into the helicopter and after a final wave at Micheal, the helicopter finally began its ascent.

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"Thank you very much, sir, for your help." She said, thanking them when the helicopter touched down.

"You're welcome," the man replied, a hint of rare gentleness in his tone, even though he had an air of coldness to his person. "And do take care of yourself in the future."

Seraphina nodded, watching as the helicopter blade started whirling. The door was shut and then, it began its ascent.

Seraphina was thankful to the two men who had dropped her. The one on the seat had an air of nobility to him, while the pilot looked like an assistant.

For a moment, she was lost in a daze. She had left with two burly and intimidating looking thugs, but now, she finally arrived with two men, who, with his cold and commanding aura, gave off the feeling of being a powerful CEO.