Alpha Siblings

A wave of noise echoed from a grand hall filled with flashes from camera lights. Outside, an array of luxurious cars lined the entrance, each accompanied by a secretary or bodyguard. Billionaires stepped out with their partners, greeted by swarms of reporters asking endless questions and snapping pictures.

It was the biggest event of the year-The Award-Winning Show. Every eligible billionaire had been invited. The hall was buzzing with chatter, connections, and sharp glares. Some mingled, while others kept to themselves in shadowed corners.

Suddenly, two striking cars pulled up. Reporters instantly rushed over, shouting questions. Daphne Diamond stepped out first, her figure wrapped in an elegant black dress, face glowing under the lights. Without hesitation, she walked over to her brother's car and gently took his hand.

Dylan Diamond emerged next-tall, composed, and stunning, despite the cloud of blindness that had shadowed him since the age of eight. Flashes exploded around them as they ignored the noise and strolled across the red carpet, heading into the grand hall.

People turned to watch them. Some smiled, others waved-but as usual, Daphne ignored everyone. The siblings were guided to an exclusive area and seated side by side.

"How's the design?" Dylan asked quietly.

"It's decent. I guess they tried," Daphne replied with a shrug. "Do you want something?"

"I'm good," Dylan shook his head.

"Isn't that your girlfriend?" Daphne said with a smirk, pointing subtly. "She's here-with another man. Told you she wasn't trustworthy."

"She told me she'd be coming with her brother," Dylan answered calmly.

"And you believed her? I thought you only lost your sight-not your sense," Daphne scoffed.

"Sister," he groaned coldly.

"Sorry, but I warned you," she replied.

"Maybe if you actually gave her a chance, you'd see what I see in her," he said.

"I doubt I ever will," Daphne muttered.

"Hello Dylan, sister," a female voice chirped. Vivian, Dylan's girlfriend, appeared with a bright smile. Daphne only scoffed, turned her back, and walked away. Vivian glared after her, but said nothing as she sat beside Dylan.

"Where's your brother?" Dylan asked.

"He's networking-couldn't come right now," she replied.

"It's okay," Dylan nodded with a rare smile. Only four people had ever seen him smile-Vivian was one of the lucky few.

"What about the car you promised me?" she asked.

"I already bought it. It'll arrive tomorrow."

"Thank you, darling. I'd hug you if our relationship wasn't still private," she whispered with a grin. Dylan nodded again.

"I'll leave now. See you later," she said, standing and leaving.

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A RESTROOM

Meanwhile, Daphne was applying her makeup when someone appeared at the door. She ignored them, but a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Long time, stepsister," the lady said with a smug smile.

"What do you want?" Daphne snapped.

"Relax. Just came to inform you-your mom wants you at the mansion tomorrow evening. Dinner," Madison said casually.

Daphne said nothing. She turned around and returned to the hall. Madison scoffed and turned to check herself in the mirror.

Soon, the host announced the award for Most Successful Company, and unsurprisingly, Diamond Body Perfection won. It was their third win in a row, and it didn't look like any company could beat them anytime soon.

Madison's eyes narrowed into a bitter glare, her fists clenched at her sides. Daphne held Dylan's arm proudly as they climbed the stage to accept the award. Dylan even addressed the crowd, his speech full of grace and strength. If you didn't know he was blind, you'd never guess. His confidence was unmatched.

The siblings left early, not bothering to stay for the rest of the event.

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"Mother wants us over for dinner tomorrow night. You coming?" Daphne asked.

"Never," Dylan said plainly.

"Knew it. I think I'll go anyway-just to see what she's plotting," Daphne smirked and stepped out of the car. Dylan's secretary drove off immediately. Daphne got into her own car and headed to her mansion.

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A COFFEE STORE

Arielle sighed in frustration. She'd been working non-stop, while the new girl-hired only days ago-stood at the mirror, reapplying makeup every few seconds.

Even the waiters, all drooling over the new girl, weren't helping. They gathered around the TV to watch the award show while Arielle handled everything.

"I need your help with this," Arielle called out.

"I sprained my wrist. I can't lift heavy things," the new girl replied flatly.

"Seriously?" Arielle snapped.

"She sprained her wrist, didn't you hear?" a waiter said, defending her.

"I can't do this all alone," Arielle said, but they ignored her. She groaned and continued serving until closing time.

Just as she was about to change, the manager summoned them to his office.

"The company's struggling. We have to let one of you go," he announced.

Arielle smiled, relieved the lazy girl would finally be out.

"Miss Arielle... we're sorry, but we won't be needing your services anymore," he said.

"What? I'm Arielle-you mean her, right?" she asked, pointing at the new girl.

"I know exactly who I mean," the manager said.

"Why? I've been here over two years!" Arielle exclaimed.

"It's just how it has to be. Please understand."

"Fine. Just give me my money. Your loss anyway," she snapped.

"We're not at the end of the month," the manager said.

"I know. But we're halfway through. Pay me half," she demanded.

"We can't," he said firmly.

"Alright then," she smiled bitterly, went to the changing room, she change and trashed everything she could-shattering glassware and knocking over supplies. Satisfied, she walked out.

Some mocked her, but she didn't care. She stepped outside, only to spot security heading her way.

"Stop right there!" they shouted. She panicked and bolted, dodging through alleys until she reached the main road. A car approached-without thinking, she ran in front of it. The driver slammed on the brakes.

She ran to the passenger door, banging on the window.

"Who is that?" Dylan asked from the back seat.

"Some strange woman. I'll handle it," Jacob, his secretary, said, stepping out.

"What are you doing?" he demanded.

Seeing the guards nearby, Arielle shoved him aside and slipped into the car through the driver's side, sliding to the passenger seat.

"Miss, get out of the car right now!" Jacob yelled.

She turned to Dylan. "You must be the owner. Please-just ask him to drive."

"Who are you?" Dylan asked, his voice like ice.

Before she could reply, she saw the guards nearing. She dove into Dylan's chest, hiding her face under his tuxedo.

"What are you doing?!" he barked.

"Please-just for a few minutes," she begged.