Aristocrats of Evil

Two black sedans along with a lavish black Rolls-Royce in the middle stopped in the lobby, earning various stares from every person that was around. Their eyes didn't leave the scene, as they were guessing who would come out of this super rare car. About six people dressed in black came out quickly — some of them moved to carry suitcases from the trunk and the rest spread out around like guards, while a man with platinum blonde hair, Vincent Lancaster, came out of the luxurious car with a warm smile plastered on his lips. Many people gasped, mostly women and girls who were fascinated by his outstanding looks. Whispers began to be heard and the big name of a well-known family name was passed from mouth-to-mouth. They began to realize who the person that looked like an important person was. Then they find out that they are indeed important people, not only in this school but in Europe. “Ready, little darling?” he greeted and extended his hand to someone inside the car, and it earned a muffled scream from every woman around them. Because not only rich and gentlemanly, his voice alone could bring any woman to their knees. The girl giggled happily as she received her father's helping hand, “Of course, father!” Soon enough, after that, someone stepped out of the car — revealing an outstanding beauty with a casual outfit wrapped around her perfect figure. The girl was a pale-skinned girl, with long platinum blonde hair, she had different colored eyes that could attract anyone to keep looking at her. “Welcome Mr. Lancaster, delighted to see you back home.” The greeting made both of them turn their heads and find Alexis Riddle - the person Vincent trusted to be the director of the foundation, walking towards the two Lancaster with a bright smile. “Oh my, you've grown so well and bloomed astonishingly beautiful, Ms. Lancaster.” The school's staff stood behind him as they greeted the owner of the school, The Lancaster's — Vincent Lancaster, who was now throwing a formal smile as he approached them. Meanwhile, Claudia Lancaster, his darling daughter, just offered a warm smile as a response. Her father and Mr. Riddle is engaged in a serious talk which makes her think that this is the right time for her to step back — knowing her place is not to deal with boring adult conversations. Well, this might sound impolite, but she felt compelled to leave her father to deal with his confidants. “I will stroll around school, father.” She then heard her father draw in an audible breath, “Of course, and please be careful, Claudia.” Mr. Riddle, who heard his father's protective words, immediately made an offer for her. “If so, then please allow Martha to escort you, Ms. Lancaster.” In the end, she refused anyone to accompany her — she always preferred her own company. Now her eyes examine the school building with a classical design like the buildings she often sees in England. This school is set in 140 acres of wood and has perfectly and beautifully built Mediterranean mansions — a truly majestic school. But what's even more amazing is this school is part of the foundation built by her family, more precisely by her great-grandmother, Rachel Lancaster — she has made a major contribution to the world of British education and is the founder of Dalton College, a prestigious private boarding school in Berkshire, England. And here Claudia is, transferred from private schools in NYC to Dalton's. Her grandmother wished for her to return to England and ordered her to attend the school that their ancestor personally built. Besides that, her father's business in the US had grown well, so there was no reason for them to linger there any longer, nor was there any reason to refuse the elders of the family's request. Also, it is very normal for her to attend this school. After all, she is one of the Lancaster and, technically, is the owner of the school. From now on, she will have a little more freedom as no one will strictly watch over her and tell her to do this or that. Here, she is free to do whatever and go wherever she wants. There will be no more extra lessons, endless lunches and dinners with colleagues, and even important guests. Most importantly, there will be no strict rules on when she wakes up, eats, reads, learns when she goes and sleeps. But it's impossible, every aspect of her life has been arranged in such a way — there is not the slightest freedom that can be obtained. Well, at least now she isn't in New York — she is home, she is back to where she belongs. Her feet, which were covered with black polished shoes, stopped right in the outdoor corridor facing the green field which was a place for horse riding — her eyes didn't fail to see the many horses running freely in there. It brought back so many memories of her childhood and, truly, it was so great to finally come back home after three years as it happened. But still, she must be prepared for something or someone who would come to her in no time. Just thinking about it made Claudia's stomach turn, stressed out and her hands moved frantically to grab something inside her Prada — a box of cigarettes and a lighter. She always needed it the most when she was stressed, she didn't even care that she was still in the school area. And now, Claudia was standing tall and proud with a cigarette between her lips. She took a hit and exhaled, but the longer, the deepened the frown on her face at the thought of something bothering her and making her feel a burning sensation in her chest as it never failed to anger her. Yes, she has a soft heart with anger issues, and sometimes she just can't help but want to kill whoever gets in her way. She was lost in her thoughts, until her ears could hear footsteps that were approaching and whispered voices that couldn't be heard clearly in her ears. “Are you crazy? This is a school area and smoking is prohibited here.” Hearing that made her turn her head to the side to find Angelina Ricci, along with her circle of friends standing with her with their piercing and hateful looks — their gazes were all on her, but hers were stuck on the redhead with brown eyes that was standing alongside them. Speaking of the devil, she came to her in no time. Claudia's different colored eyes lock on her cousin, Florence Philips — the real antagonist who always hides behind an innocent and helpless face. The pathetic w***e who loves to spread hatred wrapped in a sad story that is apprehensive — where she always portrays herself as a victim. Unlike Claudia, she is a cunning snake and admits that she is — Florence is something even worse than that and Claudia didn't even think she would let her go without taking revenge for what was done to her. Those pair of brown eyes stared back at Claudia with hatred and secretly held anger that was already burning from the inside. Lips that once curled up making a cocky smile now curled in disgust — completely dislike her presence here. But it didn't bother her, let alone intimidate her because of that. Instead, Claudia found it hilarious — it was ridiculous, she had only been here almost half an hour and Florence started to show her presence, as if to warn her that this was her territory, even though they both knew who was sitting on the throne. “Are you high?” It's Liliana Colombo, the daughter of a businessman who is secretly related to illegal organizations. “In this broad of daylight?” Bloody hell, she hasn't even started her game yet. Claudia snickered, “Oh, and you are the one to talk?” As much as she knew, Colombo was the one who was always high, and she shouldn’t waste her time by replying to someone like her or someone who liked them all and decided to send them a cold stare. Claudia knows about them all, the group of hooligans that called themselves Red Ice — labeled themselves as an elite that someday would control the British illegal organizations. But oh, to think that they gave their group names after methamphetamine is hilarious. Oh, of course, Claudia knows about the people around Florence — she always gets updates about her life, who is in her environment, and about her who licked up Eleanor Lancaster, their grandmother's ass, so that she will revoke Claudia’s status as the sole heiress. But unfortunately, it didn't work. That was evidenced by her still being an heiress and being allowed to return to England after all these years of hell. “Spoiled rich brat,” one of them commented, and the whole group laughed — mocking her. “Thinking so highly of herself, looking and feeling better than everyone else. But she is just one pathetic bitch.” It was not lies, it was the fact that she looks better than everyone else and no one could think otherwise — she is a f*****g Lancaster heiress, and it's only natural if she does like that. Their eyes examined her figure that was wrapped in a Ralph Lauren white shirt, ivory cardigan, and black side-slit midi skirt, with her legs wrapped in black polished shoes and embellished with Prada on her wrists — everything screamed wealth, but the cigarette in her hand still made them shoot judgmental glances. Claudia was infuriated by their audacity, someone like them dared to defy the heiress of an ancient and powerful family like Lancaster. “I advise you to choose your next words...carefully.” She replied calmly — refused to let her emotions get her best, then leisurely took another hit of her cigarette and exhaled with a wide grin plastered on her lips before dropping her cigarette down and stepping on it. “It’s quite refreshing to see that you didn’t change, still associate yourself with these... people. But I can't expect more from you, dear cousin.” It was funny to find strangers looking at her like that — they seemed to resent her existence even though this was their first meeting, and they didn't even know each other. But she knows very well why they are acting this way towards her — they were all a group of bullies who probably know that she is a Lancaster, or it's because they are all close friends of her dear cousin, Florence, and it's natural for them to choose to stand by her side. Florence Philips — the redhead that is paired with brown eyes, doesn't have the slightest Lancaster characteristic and makes them not look alike to be called cousins. Moreover, Lancaster kept Claudia hidden after that incident happened — the incident that made her temporarily eliminated from the heir list, exiled from her own home, and living in NYC for the last three years. So yes, only several people know about it. Some of them frowned, not knowing who she was referring to — they murmured to each other before returning their gazes to her. “Cousin?” But it seems that she spread sad stories and gained sympathy from her friends and made them all hate Claudia as well. Ironically, they just know the name and not the face. “Oh, it's breaking my heart that all of you bother to hate me without knowing my face.” The corners of her lips lifted, and a low laugh escaped her throat as her different-colored eyes met the pair of brown eyes. “I mean, my closest friends even know so well about you that—” “What are you doing here?” “I'm coming back home,” Claudia replied casually, almost immediately, and now Florence's angry face was so clear. “I'm back to where I should belong, whether you like it or not.” “You should go, you're not welcomed in—” “Delighted to have you back home,” Florence was interrupted by a masculine voice, making Claudia's attention shift completely to a voice she hadn't heard in a long time. “My darling.” It's them, her friends — they are here. Their voices and presence evoked surprised and unwilling looks from the three women in front of them. Even now, Florence could not help but become angry and burned with jealousy. Claudia Lancaster always gets the best in life, her life is so perfect — she is blessed with a pretty face, is highly intelligent, is the favorite in the Lancaster family and the sacred families, becomes the sole heiress and the most painful thing is that she has Elio Black wrapped around her delicate fingers. Elio Black, the heir of the Black, is now standing in front of Claudia along with his whole circle of friends — Declan Russell, Silas Reeve, Louis Pierce, Sean Harrington, and Corvus Warner. Oh, just how wrong Florence was because Claudia was welcomed in here. All of her friends welcomed her with a charming smile, and she felt like crying. “Oh, you're all here.” She muttered under her breath, as her eyes met theirs. But Claudia knows she can't cry her eyes out, not right now — because she could see the hateful look that her cousin, Declan Russell, throws at the group of low life behind her. While the rest of her friends acted as if they didn't exist — they treated them like ghosts as their undivided attention was entirely on her. Sean opened his arms to her, and it didn't take a second before she threw herself at his muscular body. “I've missed all of you.” She hummed softly, then kissed his cheek. “It's been a long time, a very long time.” Indeed, it has been a long time since they met. “I missed you so much more,” Declan sighed, even though they were cousins he was still prohibited from meeting Claudia, Who was exiled to New York — no one was allowed to meet her as she was under strict watch. “We miss our girl.” Sean kissed her cheek, “We all did, it's kind of dull not having you around us.” Claudia stared at them sympathetically, “I'm sorry, I was wrong — I promised, I wouldn't be so reckless—” “No, it's not your fault.” Louis knew what happened that night to make Eleanor Lancaster — her grandmother, furious and sending her away. They all know so well. “And we have decided not to let our guard down and let something like that happen, ever again.” If Claudia thought that they would leave her behind or replace her because of this, then she was wrong, because the world could give so many turns and their bonds could never be broken, let alone replaced — no one could ever replace her position in their lives. “No one could replace your position in our lives,” Sean explained, both Silas and Louis nodded in agreement. “Especially in such a low and dirty way.” Sean rubbed her arm gently, knowing that she was on the verge of crying, but before that could happen, he placed a soft kiss on her cheeks or forehead alternately. Such affection made the group still standing behind them stare strangely — it seemed weird to see them being intimate like that, while Claudia was extremely comfortable around them and the affection they gave to her. She was so grateful for it, and couldn't even ask for more. “I love you.” “Do aristocrats always like this or is she their w***e?” Angelina Ricci spoke spontaneously, insulting her openly. “And just how many times those boys passed you around like the nasty w***e you are?” It made seven pairs of eyes look at Angelina emotionlessly and that was the moment when she realized who they were — they were the villains who were pure evil, the devilish seven devils in disguise. The cunning, wicked, and ruthless group they should not have messed with. Everyone knows, that messing with one of them is tantamount to challenging them all and it won’t end well. Because they don’t just play games, they win them—by any means.