THE RETURN OF ALESSANDRA

The rain was pouring hard that night. Alessandra stood barefoot in front of the Dela Rosa mansion — the same mansion she grew up in — soaking, shaking, with nothing but a small suitcase in her hand. "You're no longer a Dela Rosa," her stepmother spat at her from the balcony. "Your father left everything to us. You are nothing, Alessandra." Behind her mother stood her half-sister, smiling triumphantly while wearing HER dress. And beside them... was the man she thought would love her forever, holding an umbrella — but not for her. For her sister. Five years of love. Betrayed in one night. She didn't cry. Not anymore. She turned around and walked away into the storm, letting the rain hide the last tears she would ever shed for them. Until a black Maybach stopped in front of her. The window rolled down, and a man with a cold, god-like face looked at her. His eyes were as dark as the night, emotionless. He didn't say a word. He just stepped out, holding a black umbrella, and placed it over her head. "Do you want to die out here, or do you want to come with me and make them pay?" That night, Alessandra Dela Rosa died in the rain. And five years later, she would return. Not as the broken heiress they abandoned. But as a Queen. And this time, she would be the one holding the umbrella — watching them drown. ---