Taeyeon: Well, here we are.
You step out of the car, eyes widening. The house is massive—practically a palace. Maids linger at every corner, moving with silent precision. You follow Taeyeon and Yunho toward the entrance, where nine women stand waiting. Their faces are obscured by the blinding sun, forcing you to raise a hand to shield your eyes.
As you step closer, your stomach tightens.
They are gorgeous—elegant in a way you've never seen before. A sense of unease prickles at the back of your mind. Then Taeyeon speaks.
"And they are your sisters."
Sisters? She has to be joking.
Y/n: Say what?
Yunho clears his throat. "They are your sisters."
You turn away from him, eyeing the women. In perfect synchronization, they bow at a sharp ninety-degree angle.
Nayeon: My name is Im Nayeon.
Jeongyeon: My name is Jeongyeon.
Mina: My name is Mina.
Chaeyoung: My name is Chaeyoung.
Momo: My name is Momo.
Dahyun: My name is Dahyun.
Sana: My name is Sana.
Jihyo: My name is Jihyo.
Tzuyu: My name is Tzuyu.
Their voices are soft, refined, polished. You might even call them fancy. But none of that matters. You don't trust them. You don't trust anyone here.
Y/n: Wang Royeon. But you can just call me Y/n.
Your fingers graze the back of your neck—a distraction, but not enough to shake the urge to light up a cigarette.
Taeyeon: Nayeon, since you're the oldest, please show Y/n around the house. Guards, take her luggage to her room upstairs.
Nayeon: Follow me, Y/n.
You nod, following without a word. The moment you step inside, the sheer scale of the mansion strikes you again. It's extravagant—something out of a dream. Or maybe a nightmare.
Two minutes later.
Nayeon leads you through endless hallways, pointing out various rooms, expensive decor, grand staircases. Then she stops at one door.
Your room.
It's large, pristine, untouched. But two beds.
Sharing?
The thought barely settles before Nayeon cuts in.
"I hope you don't mind, but you'll be sharing with someone."
You bob your head, chewing your gum. Hands in pockets, expression unreadable.
"Okay, that's all," Nayeon continues. "Freshen up and come down for dinner at 7:43."
You nod again, watching her disappear down the hall.
When she's gone, you step into your room, locking the door. You collapse onto the bed, face-down, exhaling sharply.
Y/n: Is this really it?
The words slip out before you can stop them.
After a beat, you push yourself up, rummaging through your bag for something clean to wear. Then, reluctantly, you head for the shower.
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**Twice POV**
Mina: Did you see her?
Jihyo: Yeah. She reeks of cigarettes.
Nayeon: And her clothes. Oh my god. Why did Mom adopt her? I understand if she chose someone decent, but her? Jesus.
Jihyo: Yeah. I can't stand the smell of cigarettes. So disgusting.
Sana: I don't know. I kind of like her.
Tzuyu: Ahahaha.
Dahyun: No way. She doesn't have class. She probably even uses the F-word.
Chaeyoung: OMG, not the F-word.
Tzuyu: Yeah. Probably.
Momo: I don't want to be around her at school. Hopefully, she doesn't go to ours.
Jihyo: Yeah. And if she does, she needs to change whatever she's wearing.
Sana: Don't you think that's a little harsh?
Mina: Sana, no. I don't think so. It's freedom of speech. And I hope you're not going back to being—g-g-gay.
Jihyo: YA! Don't even say it! Disgusting.
Jeongyeon: Did you hear Dad fighting with Mom? Even he doesn't like her.
Nayeon: Mom is too nice. She needs to cut people off, or they're just going to keep walking all over her.
Dahyun: Yeah. I hate when people take advantage of her.
Mina: She's just too nice.
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**Y/n POV**
You step out of the shower, toweling off, slipping into fresh clothes.
When everything is settled, you head downstairs.
The entire family is already seated at the long dining table, waiting.
Taeyeon: Y/n, you're here. Please, sit.
You take the empty seat in the middle, Momo on your right, Sana on your left. Your eyes scan the food spread across the table. It's extravagant. Too much.
Yunho: For dinner, we have fried fish, fried sushi, salad, mashed potatoes, and greens.
You glance at the meal, then dig in, matching the others as they eat.