Transmigrated Into The True Heiress-Chapter 54: New Family

"Fuck!" Alan hissed, kicking the side of the car and running his hands through his hair, disheveled and panicked. No one could know about this. Especially not his mother.

Desperation clawed at him as he stared at the men, his mind racing, knowing he was in way over his head.

He froze, suddenly remembering the trunk was still open. Casting a quick glance around and seeing no one in sight, he swiftly closed it, slipped into the driver’s seat, and pulled the door shut. His hands trembled as he started the car, fingers gripping the steering wheel as he fought to steady his breathing. Finally gaining control, he steered out of the compound.

As the car disappeared into the distance, a petite figure in white cotton pajamas emerged from the shadows, tapping her phone to end a video recording.

A smile tugged at her lips as she twirled the phone in one hand, while the other fingered the ends of her blonde hair tied into a high ponytail.

"First, Leandra was furious with her son, broke off his engagement to Ephyra, and got him engaged to that snake. Now Alan finds three men bound and stuffed in his trunk, gets a message, and falls into fear and rage. Hmm, just what have you gotten yourself into, dear stepbrother?" Ava murmured, tilting her head.

She didn’t know what was going on but...whatever it was, she was more than interested in watching it play out to the end.

|California, San Francisco.|

Elmira slipped into the darkness, her figure blending seamlessly with the shadows that blanketed Antonio Sanchez’s secluded villa. Nestled in the rolling hills of Nicasio, San Francisco, it was an isolated place—a perfect choice for someone obsessed with privacy and order. She had spent almost two weeks trailing him, learning everything about him. He was a man of routine, predictable down to the minute. His obsession with order and cleanliness, the way he timed each part of his day down to the second, and his insistence on his P.A. handling all interactions gave her all the information she needed. A man as meticulous as Antonio was a creature of habit, making it almost too easy to find the right moment to strike.

Through her tactical night vision goggles, Elmira surveyed the villa, patrolled by armed guards. Her left hand moved to the laptop balanced on her knee, fingers gliding over the screen as she cycled through feeds from the cameras she had set up earlier. Every exit, every approach, the whole property—mapped and monitored.

The feed displayed Sanchez alone in his study, reviewing documents as she expected. He was neatly dressed in a dark three-piece suit despite the late hour, hair meticulously combed, not a thread out of place. He moved, checking each file before setting it back on his immaculate desk. The last ten days had shown her every angle of his life, yet nothing about him stirred any emotion within her. He was a job, nothing more.

She checked her gear one last time—a custom-made silenced pistol strapped to her thigh, a slim dagger secured to her belt, and a tranquilizer in her jacket pocket, should she need it. Satisfied, she closed the laptop, slung her compact assault bag over her shoulder, and slipped quietly toward the villa’s rear entrance. Every step was silent, every movement honed to perfection. Bypassing security guards was hardly a challenge; it was simply a matter of timing.

Inside, the villa was dim, a hushed quiet filling the air as she made her way to his study. She navigated through the shadows with practiced ease, her senses heightened by the heavy silence. She could see him now, moving leisurely through the room, oblivious to the shadow creeping toward him. Elmira felt no excitement, no fear, just indifference. This was routine, like everything else.

Antonio’s back was to her when she entered. She watched him straighten the items on his desk—lining up pens, adjusting the angle of his notebook, aligning everything to his impossibly precise standards. Elmira slipped her hand into her jacket, fingers wrapping around the silenced pistol. Her other hand, as steady as ever, pushed the door quietly closed behind her.

A single step forward, her finger brushed the trigger. Antonio sensed something, his head tilting slightly, but he wasn’t fast enough. She raised the gun just as he turned, sensing a presence, she pulled the trigger.

The silenced shot was barely a whisper. Antonio’s eyes widened as he stumbled back, a look of shock freezing on his face as he clutched his chest. He crumpled to the floor, his papers scattering around him like autumn leaves. Elmira’s face remained impassive, watching him coldly. She stepped closer, observing him for a moment, then leaned in, tilting his head slightly to confirm he was gone.

A small pool of blood began to form on the polished wood, staining the pages of his journal. Satisfied, she placed her pistol back in its holster, her movements as calm as they had been when she’d arrived.

Elmira collected herself, slipping through the villa with the same quietness she had entered with, leaving no trace behind. Within moments, she was slipping into the backseat of the waiting black car. The driver nodded and pulled away, leaving the quiet villa behind.

Settling into her seat, Elmira pulled out her phone and dialed a number. After a brief pause, the line clicked.

"Is it done?" a voice answered.

"Yes. Did you get the hard drive?" Elmira’s tone was as calm as ever, almost uninterested.

"We’ve got it," came the response.

"Good," she replied, a faint hint of impatience creeping into her voice. "Find the hacker, Drk. I don’t like dragging things out."

"Understood. We’re trying our best."

"Well, your best isn’t enough. I want you to find him in two days."

Elmira hung up, looking out the tinted window as the city lights blurred past.

———

Sanchez is dead." A tall man with strawberry-blonde hair announced as he entered a brightly lit room. One side of the space was filled with computers, holographic displays, and high-tech devices, while the other was scattered with gaming appliances.

As he spoke, the slim figure reclining on a round couch with a gaming console in his hand turned to him, setting the console on a nearby table. "Really?"

The man nodded, stopping just in front of him. "Yes, Cian."

Cian looked up, blinking with an innocent expression that only accentuated his charm. "That’s a pity. The guy was strange, but I actually enjoyed helping him."

The man’s lips curved with amusement, and he ruffled Cian’s black curly hair. "You’re feeling sorry for a dead man when you should be worried about yourself? You realize you’re next on their list, right?"

Cian wrinkled his nose in irritation. "I know, but they’re so clueless. I’ve noticed their attempts from the start." He shook his head before glancing back up. "Oh, I forgot to ask—who did that Spanish thief hire to come after Mr. Sanchez and me?"

The man furrowed his brows. "You still don’t know? I told you on day one, didn’t I?"

"Well..."

The man sighed, lowering himself to Cian’s level. "Listen, you need to take your safety more seriously. You’re smart, but you make me worry. This isn’t a game; it’s real, and your life is on the line. Please, Cian, be more vigilant. You mean a lot to me."

Cian bit his lip and nodded. "Sorry... I will put my safety as a priority but can you tell me who it is?"

"Elmira."

Cian tilted his head, causing a few curls to fall over his eyes, making him look even more endearing. "Who’s that?"

The man chuckled. "You’re the only one who wouldn’t know. Elmira’s your late idol’s twin sister."

Cian’s eyes widened. "What? Her? But... she’s Eira’s twin sister!"

"Yes, but she despises her twin. They may share blood, but they’re nothing alike."

Cian nodded slowly. "So, what are you planning to do?"

"We’re going to New York. But don’t worry; I’ll handle this. She won’t be foolish enough to target you after we talk. She wouldn’t want to make me her enemy." He glanced at a black-and-white photograph of a middle-aged woman with long, curly hair on the table. "How’s your sister?"

At the mention of his sister, Cian’s eyes brightened as he sat up. "Malia made a new friend—her name’s Ephyra. I looked her up. She’s got a tough backstory, and she was even in an accident where she died and came back. Now, she’s totally different than before. I think her new personality is what drew Malia to her. Honestly, I’d want to be friends with her too. Anyway, Malia’s really cool, and I’d love to meet her, but she has a family now."

"Hey, you can meet her when we get to New York. You can spend time with her, get close, and maybe become friends. Then you’ll get to see her as often as you want. Sounds good?"

"Okay," Cian replied, his voice soft.

"Don’t worry, I’m here. I’ll be with you every step of the way." The man leaned in and kissed the corner of Cian’s mouth