The Missing Piece

The silence in the grand Lambordi mansion was suffocating, broken only by the frantic beat of Leila’s own heart. Her grandmother was gone, brutally taken, and now, the gilded cage that was her 'home' beckoned once more.
The car, a sleek black beast, pulled up to the familiar, imposing gates. They loomed like the jaws of a predator, ready to swallow her whole. Beside her, Angelo, her third-eldest brother, remained engrossed in his laptop, a silent, unreadable presence.
Leila’s stomach clenched. She remembered the last time she’d escaped these walls, a fleeting taste of freedom. This time, there would be no escape.
“Don’t create a scene here now,” Angelo’s low voice cut through the air, his hand briefly touching her shoulder before withdrawing. A warning, cold and clear.
As the guard opened the door, she stepped out, her gaze fixed on the colossal mansion that stood before her, a monument to her family’s dark power. Her cage. Her prison. And now, she was back.
