Chapter 1
Elysia Rosewood lay stretched out on an ancient tree, a piece of dogtail grass poking out of her mouth and a colorful floral shirt draping over her. She looked relaxed, but her eyes were laser–focused on a nest in the branches above.
“Elysia, are you really thinking about going back to the Rosewood family? I mean, what’s so special about them? Their family fortune is just a drop in the bucket,” said Damon Warren, a fatty guy who followed Elysia
After a pause, he added, worry etched on his face, “I heard there’s an adopted daughter there. What if you go back and they give you a hard time?”
Yisrael Donnell affectionately ruffled Elysia’s hair, his tone softening. “If you feel mistreated by the Rosewood family, don’t keep it to yourself. You’ve got Silverstream backing you up.”
Silverstream was a village nestled at the foot of the mountains. Twenty years ago, Jack Lewis, the leader of the mafia came to this place. Leo and Max, who followed him here, took on his surname, though they weren’t related by blood.
