From Exile To Queen Of Everything - Chapter 4: Chapter 4

Vivian stared at the open car door, her mouth agape.
She looked from the car to Sienna and back again, swallowing hard. She pointed a trembling finger. "Sienna... is this car yours?"
Sienna nodded. "Yes. If you like it, it's yours. By the way, do you know how to drive?"
Vivian just shook her head, still reeling.
One moment, her sister owns a Rolls-Royce; the next, she's offering to give it to her.
Before her brain could fully process it, her body was already moving, sinking into the plush leather of the passenger seat.
They'd been driving for a few minutes before the reality of the situation finally sank in. "Sienna!" she exclaimed, her voice buzzing with excitement. "This is really your car! Where did you get so much money? Oh, wait, that's not what I meant. You're so amazing, of course you'd be successful."
But this was beyond successful. She screamed inside. This car had to be worth a hundred or two hundred million, at least!
Sienna just smiled, the morning light catching the angles of her exquisite face. "You really think I'm that capable?"
"Of course!" Vivian declared proudly. "You are the most brilliant woman in the entire world! You've always been my idol."
From a young age, Sienna had been a prodigy. She was always first in her class, with perfect scores in every subject. She'd been the top when applying for college.
And as for looks, she had been crowned the number one beauty in Vallaris. Their entire family was blessed with good genes; their mother and grandmother were both legendary beauties and scholars in their own right.
"You're amazing too," Sienna said quietly.
The simple words made Vivian freeze, her heart skipping a beat.
Me? Amazing? She pondered. But... she had let Sienna down. She was a failure.
"You can just drop me off at the corner up ahead," she said, her voice suddenly small. "My office is just a short walk from there."
"Alright," Sienna agreed, pulling the car over. A message notification lit up her phone. It was Lana; she had arrived.
"What time do you get off? I'll pick you up," Sienna said, handing Vivian a sleek black business card. "Here's my number. Save it."
Vivian nodded, quickly adding the contact, labeling it simply: Sienna.
She walked toward her office, her heart light and happy.
Standing sentinel at the company entrance was Mason, dressed in a sharp blue suit. He kept glancing at his watch, his expression impatient.
Vivian knew he was waiting for her, but she ignored him and walked straight past.
"Vivian! Stop!" Seeing her walk by without a flicker of acknowledgment ignited his anger. How dare this woman ignore him?
Vivian didn't break her stride, heading directly into the building.
Furious, Mason grabbed her arm, yanking her back. "Have I been too good to you? You dare to ignore me? You think just because someone helped you last night, you can defy me?"
Vivian shook him off. "Mason, we're broken up. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other. Stay away from me."
Mason was momentarily speechless. He took a breath, trying to regain control. "Vivian, I'm giving you one last chance. Apologize, come to the hospital with me right now, and I'll still be your boyfriend."
Vivian let out a scornful laugh. This was the man she once thought she loved.
When she first met him, she'd been drawn to his seemingly endless kindness. He had been a light in her darkness, giving her the courage to live when she felt most helpless.
But in the end, he had wounded her again and again. The moment his precious Chloe so much as whimpered, it was always Vivian's fault.
"Mason, you're delusional. Starting today, I will never donate another drop of my blood to Chloe," replied Vivian. "Get that through your head. Your family has always wanted to call off the engagement, right? Fine. Let's do it. I don't want the title of your fiancée anyway."
Sienna was back. Vivian knew she didn't have to be afraid of anyone.
Mason sneered. "Vivian, there's a limit to these games. Did you really think a pathetic little trick like this would work on me? I have a gala tonight. Be there."
With that, he turned and left, confident in his victory. He believed Vivian couldn't break up with him. She loved him too much. How could she possibly want to end the engagement?
It was just a game of push and pull, he told himself. A way to get attention. All women were like that.
Vivian brushed off the sleeve he had touched, her expression one of utter disgust.
'Mason, how stupid was I to ever give you the impression that I couldn't live without you?' she sighed quietly
Meanwhile, inside Vivian's rented place, a glass shattered against the wall.
On the table lay several documents. Standing before Sienna was a woman with blonde hair and blue eyes, dressed in a black business suit.
"S—" the woman began.
"I told you," Sienna cut her off, her voice dangerously low. "From now on, you will call me Miss Enna. And I don't want my identity revealed. I trust you understand that."
"Yes, Miss Enna. My apologies," Lana said, her expression unreadable.
Sienna's eyes blazed with fury, her fists clenched so tight her knuckles were white.
'Aiden, how dare you treat Vivian this way?' she mumbled to herself. 'You're dead. Just you wait. Tonight, I'll make you wish you'd never been born.'
"Miss Enna, shall I acquire the Hart Corporation?" Lana asked. "It's in chaos right now, its development has stagnated. It would take half a month at most."
Sienna waved her hand dismissively, her cool, indifferent eyes glinting like sharp ice. "Not yet. For now, buy up this entire block. And put this building in my sister Vivian's name."
"Yes, Miss Enna."
As Lana turned to leave, Sienna stopped her. "Wait."
"Miss Enna?"
Sienna carefully wrapped the shards of broken glass in a handkerchief. "Throw this out. And buy me an identical one."
Lana was confused—the handkerchief alone was worth ten times more than the cheap glass—but she obeyed without question. Miss Enna always had her reasons.
Calming down, Sienna picked up her phone and sent Vivian a message: [Are you tired? I brought you a Silkstone Espresso.]
Receiving the text from Sienna, Vivian left the building on time to meet Sienna, much to her manager's annoyance. The ever-compliant Vivian Hart was actually the first to leave.
Silkstone Expresson was her favorite drink. She took the coffee cup and took a sip. A familiar ache, bittersweet and comforting, filled her chest. After her sister had left, she had never again tasted her favorite drink.
Now she was back, and so was this small piece of happiness.
"Thanks, Sienna." Vivian grinned, her pure, pretty face radiating joy.
Sienna reached out and brushed her bangs aside. The Harts were all stunning. Vivian had a delicate, beautiful face with the soft lines of an oval shape, gentle brow bones, and large almond eyes that shone with innocence.
But Sienna knew that her little sister was too sensible, too used to swallowing her grievances and burying her pain.
"Let's get you a conditioning treatment—your hair is looking a little frizzy. Then we'll go to the mall and buy you some beautiful clothes," she said.
Vivian's immediate instinct was to refuse, to say she had no money. But she didn't want to spoil her sister's mood.
When had she, Vivian Hart, the second daughter of the family, become so timid? It probably started the day she was kicked out of her home without a penny to her name.
As if sensing her hesitation, Sienna's voice softened.
"Vivian, I know I was gone for ten years. I know you all suffered after I left," she added. "But I promise you, from this day forward, you will never suffer another injustice. So please, don't be a stranger to me, okay? Or... if you feel I no longer deserve to be your sister, you don't have to acknowledge me."