The arrogant smile on the B-list singer’s face didn’t just fade—it shattered.
Moments ago, he had stood with the careless confidence of someone used to being admired, even feared in lesser circles.
But now, his eyes were wide, fixed on Isabella as though seeing her for the first time.
Because he was.
Everyone was.
Isabella hadn’t raised her voice.
She hadn’t taken a step forward.
Yet something about her had changed.
The air around her felt colder, heavier—like an invisible pressure pressing down on everything within reach.
The playful, composed woman who had been touring the company moments ago was gone.
In her place stood someone… untouchable.
Even the singer instinctively took a step back.
Everyone was staring at her.
Pelumi eyes blazing hot, as she sense the power emanating from Isabella.
She felt the thirst for power, for the very first time in her life.
She wish to be like Isabella.
Her body screaming for power!.
Then_
Pelumi, who had been standing close by, suddenly swayed.
At first, it was subtle.
A slight tremor in her fingers.
A faint stiffness in her posture.
But then—
Her breathing changed.
Slow.
Deep.
Unnatural.
Something hidden deep inside of her…
Is awakening!.
Her eyes almost popped out of there socket.
Mouth agape.
Pelumi can feel something mysterious happening in her body.
Isabella’s gaze snapped toward her immediately.
She noticed it before anyone else.
That shift.
That… something.
That shouldn’t existed.
Her disposition was earned through years of horning.
It’s not something to be inherited.
But earned.
Her sharp senses picked up what others couldn’t—an almost imperceptible distortion, like heatwaves in the air, except this was far more dangerous.
Anthony felt it too.
Not with his eyes.
Not even with his instincts.
But with something deeper—something connected to the very system that had rewritten his fate.
A surge.
Raw.
Uncontrolled.
Power.
It was emanating from Pelumi.
Anthony was astonished.
What the hell!.
The others in the room didn’t understand what was happening, but they felt it.
The atmosphere had changed.
Conversations died.
Smiles faded.
Anthony didn’t hesitate.
“Everyone,” he said calmly, though his tone carried an authority that brooked no argument.
“Leave.”
No one questioned him.
Not the staff.
Not the singer.
Not even the security personnel.
One by one, they exited, casting uneasy glances back at Isabella as they thought everything was her doings.
The once lively space fell into an eerie silence.
Now, only three remained.
Anthony.
Isabella.
Pelumi.
Pelumi stood at the center, unmoving, her eyes closed as though trapped in a deep trance.
Anthony and Isabella positioned themselves on either side of her, instinctively forming a silent guard.
Neither spoke for a moment.
Because neither understood what they were witnessing.
“This…” Isabella finally murmured, her voice lower than usual, laced with something rare—uncertainty.
“This isn’t normal.”
Anthony let out a quiet breath, his gaze fixed on Pelumi.
“No,” he agreed.
“It isn’t.”
His mind raced.
He had seen many impossible things since the system entered his life.
Wealth appearing overnight.
Influence growing beyond reason.
Opportunities bending to his will.
But this?
A person changing like this—right before his eyes?
It was unheard of.
And yet—
Deep down, he already suspected the truth.
As if responding to that very thought—
A familiar voice echoed in his mind.
Cold.
Mechanical.
Absolute.
[System Notification Initiated…]
[Fate of the people sharing the closest kinship with you has been changed.]
Anthony’s eyes flickered.
There it was.
The origin.
The force that had changed everything.
The system.
At the same moment, Isabella’s brows furrowed slightly as she stared at Pelumi.
Her thoughts were far from calm.
What kind of family is this…?
Anthony alone was already an anomaly—his rise too fast, too precise, too unnatural.
And now his sister?
This?
A faint realization settled in her mind, one she couldn’t ignore.
No one connected to Anthony is normal.
The silence stretched.
Pelumi’s fingers twitched.
The invisible pressure in the air began to recede.
Slowly.
Gradually.
Like a storm losing its strength.
Her breathing steadied.
Her shoulders relaxed.
And then—
Her eyes opened.
Confusion flickered across her face as she looked between Anthony and Isabella.
“…Brother?” she called softly, her voice slightly hoarse.
“What… happened?”
Anthony stepped forward immediately, his expression easing.
“You tell me,” he replied, studying her carefully.
Pelumi blinked, clearly disoriented.
“I… I don’t know,” she admitted.
“I just… felt sleepy all of a sudden.”
She looked around, noticing the empty space.
“Why is everyone gone?”
Neither Anthony nor Isabella answered that question.
Not because they didn’t want to—
But because they didn’t have an answer that made sense.
Pelumi hesitated, then spoke again, her voice quieter this time.
“Can we… go home?”
Anthony didn’t argue.
“Of course.”
“Can Isabella come home with us?”
“Isabella is a someone very busy, and…”
“Of course I would like to.”
Isabella interrupted.
Anthony was stunned.
Even_
Isabella was surprised at her own words.
“This damn mouth of mine!” She thought.
Isabella remained silent as she watched the two siblings.
“Ok, let’s go”
Anthony was speechless.
“Let’s see if you’re either a friend or foe.”
He thought.
Unbeknownst to them both_
Something had begun here today.
Something neither of them fully understood.
Yet.
As they walked away together, one supporting, the other guarding—
Neither Anthony nor Isabella realized it.
That this moment…
This strange, impossible event…
Was not just a turning point for Pelumi.
But the beginning of something far greater.
A thread of fate, silently weaving itself between them—
Binding their paths together in ways they had yet to comprehend.
And that is it for Today.
Man!
I am so fuckkkiiinnnngggg tired.
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