Mia

Mia's Story Mia, a stunning fifteen-year-old with black hair and electric blue streaks, felt a thrill of anticipation. Once part of a happy, loving, complete family, that idyllic life shattered when she was just five. She remembered flashes: the sudden screech of tires, her mother's desperate scream, the sickening crunch of metal, and then a profound silence. The car accident had claimed her parents' lives instantly, but miraculously, Mia had emerged with only a few scratches. From that moment, her four ridiculously handsome CEO brothers became her self-appointed guardians, their love a gilded cage. She was ecstatically happy to finally be out of the suffocation of her brothers protection from under their constant watch, believing this was her chance at true freedom after years of suffocating protection. Today, her first day at a prestigious private high school, was marred only by the hated Chanel outfit she was forced to wear. "We don't want people thinking we're not wealthy enough to dress our sister properly, or that you're anything less than perfect, Mia," Liam, her eldest brother, had stated, his tone brooking no argument about their family's image. Perfectly miserable is more like it, Mia thought, adjusting the stiff collar.