Chapter 1 Forced Marriage

Years ago, young Irene was kidnapped by enemies and ended up as an adopted daughter in another family. Now, her adoptive parents want to sell her to an old man as his wife. Before Irene could refuse, her biological brothers found her, and everyone discovered that Irene was actually the true daughter of the richest family in town. The ugly duckling turned into a swan, leaving her adoptive parents stunned. They tried to win her favor, but it was too late. Back home, Irene was doted on by her brothers and revealed to be a major figure in various fields. Outside the prestigious Imperial School in City A, various luxurious cars were parked, with young men and women watching the scene with sneers on their faces. In the center of the crowd, Irene’s hair was being pulled by a bodyguard, leaving her unable to move. "Miss Irene, your parents arranged this marriage. You’d better come with us, or we’ll have to get rough. Although your family only cares about money, Mr. Teo really likes you. Don't be ungrateful and come with us; you could still be a rich lady." Irene gritted her teeth. The so-called Mr. Teo was old, ugly, constantly attached to an oxygen tank, and had killed his previous four wives. She could never marry him. Irene smiled and looked up at the butler, saying, "Fine, I agree. I heard Mr. Teo gives five million a month as pocket money. Where’s the money?" The butler disdainfully pulled out a bank card from his pocket and threw it on the ground. Irene bent down to pick it up, smiling sweetly. The butler looked at her with disgust, thinking she would do anything for money. Did she even think she was worth five million? "Miss Irene..." The butler's words were cut off as he watched in shock as Irene grabbed the card and ran off. The bodyguards were stunned. The butler slapped them several times and shouted, "Useless! Catch her!" Irene picked up her backpack that had fallen on the ground and walked away. People in the crowd, recognizing her, mocked her openly, saying, "At least we won't have to see her disgusting face at school anymore." "The old man finally did something right." Irene smiled slightly and tossed the bank card onto the street. She hoped they would maintain their arrogance in the future. She walked out of the luxurious streets, taking a water bottle from her backpack. Her reddish-brown hair gleamed like honey in the setting sun. Even when she wasn’t smiling, she looked like she was. When she did smile, she resembled a Greek goddess. People turned to look at her, guessing she was some kind of star... ------ In City A's most expensive commercial center, in a skyscraper, the Norman family was having an informal meeting. Present were the family head and his seven grandsons. In Country Q, these seven Norman brothers were known for their talents and looks, expanding the family’s business empire. But every year at this time, they felt downcast. Years ago, their youngest sister was kidnapped and had been missing ever since. "Are the Teo Group people here yet?" asked one of the brothers. The third brother laughed, catching the family head's stern gaze. He showed his grandfather the tablet he was holding, mocking, "Grandfather, look at this. No wonder they didn’t come; they’ve got no face left." The screen showed a video of Irene escaping, the butler and bodyguards chasing her. In the corner, Mr. Teo sat in a luxury car, gasping, as an ambulance arrived. "Wait!" The old man suddenly sat up, zooming in on a familiar dark red birthmark on the back of Irene's neck. Clutching his chest, he pounded the table, choking up, "Everyone, look! This is your sister!" The seven brothers gathered around. The eldest immediately instructed his secretary to find out everything about the girl in the video within five minutes. "We found her! She’s adopted by the Kashi family and currently living in the Cressla community!" "Get the car ready! Delegate all business to the managers! Let’s go to Cressla now!" The old man stood up excitedly, his voice hoarse, hands trembling. ------ At noon，Irene returned to her place. She couldn’t go back to her adoptive parents' villa or her school. She had hoped to relax but ended up in trouble. Walking down the street, a middle-aged man swaying with a beer bottle shouted, "Hey, Irene! Good afternoon!" Irene smiled, brushing past him, his laughter fading into the distance. The people here weren’t well-dressed; the community was chaotic, filled with robbery, theft, poverty, and drug dealing, but Irene felt at ease living here. On her first day, she showed her strength by beating up the gang leader who tried to rob her, sending him to the hospital. Since then, no one dared to mess with her. On her way home, Irene saw a group of people fighting. What surprised her was that the person getting beaten was Emil, the son of the local gang leader, Sand. Irene’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she watched the bruised and battered boy. "Hey! Stop! Who the hell are you? Get any closer and we'll beat you too!" Irene’s smile didn’t fade as she walked closer, easily knocking down the people charging at her. Bending slightly, she looked at the bruised boy on the ground, "Need help? It’s simple." "Damn it, do you think we’re dead?" Too arrogant! The fighters cursed and attacked, but within seconds, more bodies were lying on the ground, their fate uncertain. Silence fell, one of the attackers even wet himself in fear. "I agree," Emil said. Irene quickly dealt with the remaining attackers. "Come to my house in three days. I need you as a model." The boy nodded, limping away. Irene’s name was well-known in the Cressla community. She wasn’t worried he’d run away. He wouldn’t dare. At home, Irene opened the fridge, grabbed a beer, and took a few sips. Quenching her thirst, she reached into the fridge, revealing a hidden LCD screen. "Genetic data comparison complete." "Welcome home, Miss Irene." A gentle male voice spoke as the floor beneath the fridge lowered, revealing a high-tech door made of the latest military materials, glowing with a cold metallic light. In contrast to the warm, ordinary décor before, this place looked like another world. Irene closed the door, surveying everything inside. Facing her was a wall filled with various guns: sniper rifles, assault rifles, submachine guns. Another wall held various paintings, with paint, canvases, and drawing tools in the corner. In the center of the room was a sofa, next to a limited-edition black and silver motorcycle, a luxury collector’s item worth millions. The phone rang. Sitting on the sofa, Irene picked up a book and casually flipped through it, saying, "Answer." "Captain, there are a few jobs available. Should we take them?"