PROLOGUE 1 The Cost of the crown
The roar of eighty thousand fans is a specific kind of deafening.
It vibrates through the floorboards of the stadium, rattles your teeth, and settles deep in your chest like a second heartbeat.
From the center of the stage, surrounded by the blinding glare of a thousand strobe lights and a sea of glowing neon lightsticks, the world looks perfect.
As the final, electric chord of the guitar echoes into the night sky, she flashes her signature smile. It is the smile that launched a thousand magazine covers.
The one that the media calls "angelic," "pure," and "the definition of comfort." She bows deeply, sweat dripping from her brow, waving to the screaming crowd with a warmth that feels entirely real to anyone watching.
They call her an idol. They call her a savior. They think they know her. The crowd's screams are deafening, but they do not know the real secret.
The crowd screamed her name in a deafening chorus: "Sara! Sara! Sara!"
She blew a kiss, strummed a final, soaring chord, and skipped off the stage with a laugh, her long hair bouncing behind her.
But as the stage elevator lowers her beneath the stadium, away from the screaming fans and into the stark, concrete underbelly of the arena, the smile vanishes.
She didn't start from the bottom. She fled from the very top.
To the public, Sara was just a talented, charming musician. To the corporate underworld, she was the secret, absolute heir to the Power House of Lee-a dynasty so vast that presidents bowed to her grandfather. She ran a multi-billion-dollar empire from her smartphone between concert sets and guitar tuning.
Sara looked at her reflection in the makeup mirror. The glitter on her cheekbones caught the light, a stark contrast to the absolute authority resting on her shoulders. Her family thought her rock band was just a silly little hobby. They didn't realize that AlphaaXx was her sanctuary-the only place where she could just be Sara, not the ruthless monarch-in-waiting.
A sudden knock on the door broke the silence.
"Hey, Sara! You coming to the afterparty?" called out the voice their manager. "We're ordering a hundred boxes of pizza! You coming or what? "
In a flash, the cold, calculating corporate heir vanished. Sara pulled her playful, charming smile back onto her face like a mask.
"Sure, wait for me!" Sara sound gleefully.
She threw open the door, laughing brightly as she leaped right back into her beautiful, chaotic double life.
The smell of cheap champagne and greasy pizza filled the VIP lounge of the afterparty. Sara laughed loudly, tossing a balled-up napkin at Leo, AlphaaXx's drummer Nine, who was currently trying to balance three pizza boxes on her head. They all laughing and screaming.
"Careful, Nine!" Sara teased, her eyes crinkling with that famous, dimpled charm. "If you drop those, you're buying the next round and i mean it!"
"Gosh relax. You should stop eating too that's s the10 box of pizza you take."
Sara just rolls her eyes up. Typical Sara. She is famous among her family and friends for being able to devour enormous meals-jokingly said to finish 30 pizzas and 20 burgers in one sitting without seeming to gain weight. Her fast metabolism has become something of a family legend.
She has a toned, athletic physique, built through years of rigorous combat training, swordsmanship, and physical conditioning. Despite her fit appearance, Sara has an astonishing appetite.
She a big pig.
For a woman age of 29,Sara is an imposing yet elegant woman who stands 181 cm (5'11") tall. Her height alone makes her easy to notice, and she carries herself with quiet confidence.
Sara's long, jet-black hair falls smoothly down her back, often tied into a high ponytail or left flowing during formal occasions. The dark hair contrasts beautifully with her striking eyes.
Her most distinctive feature is her amber-colored eyes, a rare trait inherited from her mother, Besse. In sunlight, they glow with warm shades of gold and copper, giving her an intense, almost regal gaze. Many people find her eyes unforgettable.
Her facial features are refined yet strong, with:
A defined jawline.
High cheekbones.
Straight nose.
Naturally full lips that rarely wear more than a subtle smile.
Her skin is smooth with a healthy complexion, and years of training have given her graceful posture and controlled movements. Whether dressed in casual clothing, tactical gear, or formal attire, Sara projects strength without needing to raise her voice.
Although she appears serious and disciplined, those close to her know another side of her: someone who absolutely loves food. Banquets, street food, and family meals are among her favorite moments, and watching such a lean, athletic woman eat extraordinary amounts never fails to surprise people.
Overall, Sara's appearance blends noble elegance, athletic strength, and quiet charisma, making her someone who naturally commands attention wherever she goes.
She perfect like that ♥️
Still...
The world thinks she belongs to the stage. They don't know about the cold boardroom she
escaped from, the inheritance she rejected, or the powerful, ruthless family that views her not as a human being, but as an asset. She is the runaway bloodline. The secret shame.
The unwanted child.
