DISCLAIMER: I DON'T OWN WINX CLUB.

So I've had a few questions about this fic especially regarding Musa's and Brandon's relationship.

Musa & Brandon are siblings, not cousins. Normally, I would've made Flora as Brandon's sister (as seen in Shattered Heart), but there is a reason for this new arrangement.

I practically made Stella an antisocial girl (I can be stupid like that sometimes -.-). In order to remediate that, I pictured her getting along with Musa better rather than Flora. Plus, the musical fairy cracks me up xD

Another note: There are not many stories with Brandon's perspective. So...this is dedicated to those people who wants to see the world from the brunette's eyes!

~ Next Day - 6:30 AM ~

Brandon adjusted his suit in front of his mirror before going out the door. Each day, it was the same old thing. Wake up, shower, get dressed, eat, and start the day. There was no time for slouching and shraggling.

He descended down the stairs while checking his phone for new messages. He wasn't surprised to see at least twenty messages from Sky. Placing the phone back, he found himself searching the inside premises for a flash of blonde hair. Instead, he saw Faragonda setting the table. He quietly spoke as he neared her.

"Ms. Faragonda? Where's Stella? Is she sleeping?" he asked curiously.

"Sleeping? Goodness gracious. She was up before me and slept later than I did. Don't know where she gets that energy from, but I assigned her to the gardens for today."

Brandon nodded. "Thanks. I hope it's no trouble to you that she's living with you at the moment."

Faragonda shook her head. "Oh no, not at all. I get some company."

"I'm glad," Brandon smiled as he took his seat. "Where's Musa?"

"She already ate. I think she went out to take a walk outside," Faragonda replied while serving the young man breakfast.

~ 6:45 AM ~

A dark midnight haired young woman walked around the premises while breathing the fresh morning air. She hated waking up so early, but she had to admit. Taking a walk during this time felt so refreshing and good.

Musa Shields plugged in her earphones and walked through the cemented pavement briskly. Wisps of her hair clung to her face slightly as she enjoyed the wind slightly blowing across. She sung along to the lyrics with a smile as her favorite song blew through her ears. Musa took a turn around the pavement when she sharply collided with someone.

"What the hell?!" she staggered back a little. The other person let out another 'oof' as she fell to the floor with a hard thud.

Musa came back to her senses when she saw a blonde lying on the floor hurt. "Oh my goodness, are you okay?!" the dark haired girl exclaimed as she bent down to see the girl. By her uniform, she seemed to work here as a maid. But Musa swore that she never saw this girl around here before.

"You okay?" she asked the fallen girl.

The blonde nodded before her eyes opened suddenly wide. "Ma'am, I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I was going."

Musa looked taken aback by the sudden hysteria. Um...she's the one on the floor and she's apologizing for it?

"No, no, I was distracted. Here, come on. Get up," Musa offered her hand. The girl looked at Musa's hand like it's a foreign object before slowly taking it shakily.

"Sorry about that again," Musa apologized with a smile. The girl simply nodded before brushing off specks of dust from her uniform. "So do you work here?" Musa asked stopping her. The girl nodded.

"Oh. I've never seen you here before though," Musa pointed out with a raised eyebrow.

"I...started to work from yesterday only, ma'am," the blonde replied. Musa wondered if she was going deaf from the loud music in her ears or if something's wrong with the voice levels of this girl.

"Oh. What's your name?"

"Um. Stella, ma'am," she said meekly.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Stella," Musa smiled as she walked past the blonde. Good grief, she thought in confusion.

~ 7:30 AM ~

Brandon sat in ones of the sofas in the living room, quietly relaxing while sipping his coffee and reading the morning newspaper. He looked up when his sister waltzed through the doors looking completely out of reality with those stupid earphones in her ears.

"You do realize I can hear what song you're listening to, right?" he smirked. Musa turned to him with a grin, "You're still here? No work today?"

Brandon rolled his eyes, "As hard it is for you to believe, I do have a holiday once in a while."

"Says the guy still wearing a suit," Musa rolled her eyes as she approached him and sat down opposite him in a flop. "I don't want mom to eat my head off this morning. But you, on the other hand, have somewhere you need to be.

"...I swear you and mom just get bossier with each effing day," Musa stood up and stormed towards the stairs to her room while Brandon simply chuckled.

He continued reading the paper while ignoring a few main articles and skipping straight to the business area. Really funny seeing myself in the newspaper, he rolled his eyes as he eyed an article that had young businessmen, where he's one of them.

Brandon Shields, one of the busiest entrepreneurs in today's market, has been spotted with a redhead...

And that's all it took for him to toss the paper aside in annoyance. These newspapers were worse than tabloids. He stood up and placed his hands in the pockets. He cruised upstairs smoothly feeling a little angry. "Doesn't media have anything better to do than sprew nonsense?" he cursed. What's the point of studying journalism if they focus on trivial things and ignore blatant wrongdoings somewhere else?

He shook his head and went to his room silently. Upon reaching it, he slammed the door shut. He took off his coat and tossed it on his aside. He stretched slightly, plastering his crisp white shirt against his strong abdomen. He walked over to the window and glumly stared outside with a small frown playing on his lips. Honestly, he didn't even understand why he was feeling off right now.

Maybe it's just work or the occasional absurd and ludicrous news articles or even...

His eyes suddenly grew alert when he saw a dash of a very familiar yellow down below. Stella, he quickly recognized. His eyes overlooked the gardens down below and silently peered at the highly attractive blonde. Not that she noticed herself that way.

She was facing his way much to his pleasure. However, her face was emotionless although she seemed diligent in whatever she was doing. His eyes ran down her figure. She donned the maid's uniform commonly given to all the female workers in this household. Her hair was in a low ponytail although a few strands escaped.

His dark brows furrowed as he noted her appearance. From a distance, she was beautiful. But as beautiful as she was...he didn't like the outfit she wore. It seemed so out of place on her although she didn't even seem to care about such miniscule things.

Who are you, Stella? His lips pursed.

She attracted his attention again when she started to sneeze. She rubbed her arms up and down as he noticed her slightly shivering. He suddenly felt the urge to take her in his arms and embrace her with all his might.

What?! he turned around sharply. What the hell?

What did he just muse about? How could he even fathom to think of such an improbable thing? He ran his fingers through his hair, dishevelling it slightly. Taking a few steps away from the window and away from her, he tried to shrug off the thoughts. That was stupid. He's an affluent businessman with a well-established career and life. She's just a poor and illiterate maid. Yeah, that's it. He wasn't even supposed to look at her for longer than a spare glance, but he had just taken a few minutes to imbibe in her beauty.

His phone suddenly rang. "Oh thank God," he mumbled as he fished the device out of his pocket.

"Yeah, Sky?" he answered.

"Brandon, we have a problem. You need to get your ass down here like RIGHT NOW," Sky warned.

Brandon nodded. "Give me five minutes."

He grabbed his jacket and his stuff before dashing out the door. He descended down the stairs and soon, he was out the door. Involuntarily, he found his eyes searching for Stella in the distance. He walked slowly towards his car as his eyes scoured the premises for that familiar dash of blonde.

He was surprised at the level of his disappointment when he didn't see her. To his dismay, he opened the car's door and got in. After a sigh and another glance around, he sped off.

~ Lakes Conglomerates - 8:00 AM ~

Brandon turned on his desktop as he sat down in his chair. A series of repeated and urgent knocks interrupted him. "Come in," he said knowing who it is.

"Holy! What the hell took you so long?!" Sky barged in carrying a few stacks of papers. The blonde haired man placed the mounds of papers on Brandon's desk harshly.

Brandon raised an eyebrow. "What the hell made you call me here after you told me I can give myself a holiday?"

"Peep this. Remember Radius Solaria?"

The brunette rolled his eyes. How could he not remember? He practically fake kidnapped that moron's maid just yesterday. "Dude, it was just yesterday. Of course, I remember."

"Right. Uh anyways...that land does not belong to that man."

Brandon's eyes widened at the new information. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah. We kind of got new intel that Radius does not own that land. Officially, anyway."

The brunette stood up angrily. "What the hell, Sky?! So I just lost sixty thousand for a total stranger yesterday?!" He slammed his fists on the desk as his eyes blazed.

"Calm down. It belongs to his late wife, Luna Solaria."

Brandon crossed his arms. "So doesn't that technically mean that Radius owns it now?"

Sky shook his head. "No. The couple had a daughter. Luna apparently wrote in her will that once her daughter turns into a major, the entire plot will go over to her."

Brandon breathed exasperatedly. For real? "Okay, where is the daughter now?"

"We..uh...we don't know. I asked Nabu to help me out. He searched every database for any reports of that girl," Sky answered with a sigh. Nabu Waters is a respected police officer at NYPD as well as a good friend of Sky and Brandon.

"And...? Where is she now?"

"Don't know. Well, the only record Nabu found of her was a picture that's at least a decade old. She's twenty three years old now."

Brandon's jaw clenched. "Keep looking for her. If you can't find her, then look for another plot that we can use. I'm heading out for a hot sec." The brunette pushed past Sky a little angrily when the latter stopped the former.

"Where are you going?" Sky asked.

"I'm going to teach that bastard a lesson he'll never forget," Brandon seethed as he headed out the door. No one double crosses me, the brunette slammed the door shut on his way out leaving Sky to sigh.

~ 8:50 AM ~

"So this is his house?"

Brandon nodded at his long-time friend with a sigh. He and Nabu sat in the former's car while they both scrutinized the house from across the street.

"Dude, we can't just go and arrest him," Nabu explained.

Brandon's eyes flared. "Why not? I'm sorry, but he sold us a property that doesn't even belong to him."

"I'm presuming his daughter is a runaway or something because there are literally no records of her in the database. Not even a single sighting."

"What about the schools she went to?"

Nabu sighed. "When her mother died, she dropped out. She abruptly quit. But the funny thing was...when she quit, she was only eleven years old at that time."

"How the hell is that called dropping out? She was only a child at that point. I bet this bastard did something to her."

"You don't know that. And technically, we don't have a warrant whatsoever. If Radius's daughter doesn't come and claim that property officially, it's still his."

Brandon raised an eyebrow. "Dude, what the hell? Didn't the wife sign it over to her daughter in her will?"

"She did. But...her daughter never came and claimed it. Even then, unless we find that girl, I can't arrest him without concrete evidence."

The brunette sighed. "So what to do now?"

"I'll get my men to scour for her, alright? Don't worry. We'll find her."

"I don't understand why we can't go and ask Radius what the hell he did to his own daughter," Brandon slammed his fists on the wheel angrily.

"Don't you think we already tried that? According to him, he said he didn't have a daughter," Nabu sighed in exasperation.

Brandon pursed his lips slightly as he continued glaring at the house. He was tempted to tell Nabu about Stella. The mere fact that Radius physically assaulted his maid is more than enough to get his ass thrown in jail. But...something held him back. Brandon didn't know why, but he felt apprehensive just thinking about her. He felt inundated to protect her and to keep her safe.

Brandon dropped Nabu off at the station before heading back home. He informed Sky to keep in touch with Nabu. He drove absentmindedly while his thoughts restively remained on a certain blonde.

Maybe after getting her to trust him...he can slowly try to help her. Right now, he's pretty sure that she still thinks that he's lusting after her.

Which is not completely false, he grudgingly admitted to himself in disgust. He found her attractive. Too attractive for her own good. There were no doubt about that. She was beautiful. But...is it really lust if he wished to see her smile? How is it lust if he found her attractive?

In a short while, he found himself entering the driveway to his house, also known as mansion in the eyes of a common man. He turned off the ignition and got out of the car. Locking it, he made his way towards the front door only to suddenly stop.

Unable to help himself, his eyes automatically flickered around the premises as he struggled to catch at least a fleeting glimpse of her. Abandoning his steps towards the house, he slowly walked towards the gardens. Faragonda said that she assigned Stella to a lone part of the property.

He walked cautiously and noiselessly with each step that he took. Just in case.

His eyes lit up when he saw suddenly Faragonda rushing towards the house. He sprinted towards her.

"Oh. Brandon, are you hungry again?" Faragonda teased when the young man stopped her suddenly.

"No," he chuckled. "Where is Stella? Is she okay?"

The elderly woman thought for a moment. "I think I saw her near the fountain a while ago."

Brandon nodded and thanked her. He moved to go when she suddenly stopped him.

"Listen. You told me that she's been physically abused, right?"

Brandon slowly nodded. "Why? What's wrong?"

"Well...no offense to her or anything, but she's literally a robot. She barely says a word to anyone which is why I told her to tend to the flowers."

He sighed. "I'm sorry. I know it must be an inconvenience to you. I'll find a way soon."

"What do you mean? Doesn't anyone know that she's here?"

A solemn look from Brandon was enough to give the answer Faragonda needed. "What in the world? You do realize that your mother won't be as accommodating as you are, right?" the older woman scolded him in a mannerly fashion.

Brandon raised his hands up in surrender. "Okay, what did you expect me to say?" he asked peeved. "Hey, mom! Guess what? This is Stella, the girl I smuggled out of an abusive moron's house," he mocked.

"Fine, but I bet your mother will be pissed off when she finds out there is someone she hasn't hired roaming around the house," Faragonda chuckled. "Well I gotta get to work. I'll see you later."

Brandon nodded. He smiled as she left. Despite Faragonda being one of the...workers, she was much more than that for Brandon. She was no maid to him. She's been around since he was a kid and he doted on her like a second mother.

When she left, the smile dropped from his lips. He didn't have to tell his straightlaced mother. Afterall, he had just as much of a right to this house as she did. With a heavy sigh, he started towards the fountains ornated decoratively in middle of the gardens ahead.

His boots stepped softly against the neatly-cut, trimmed grass as he slowly took each stride. He needed a good stroll at the moment. His mind felt as if it's been fried. Maybe a day off from work would help cease his worries.

With each step he took, a feeling of dread and apprehensiveness grew in his heart. What's wrong with me? he frowned as he neared the place. Is it because of his stressful day or because of...Stella? It's almost as if he's afraid to approach her right now. Lest he scared her away.

He headed straight for the stone ornate fountains only to stop suddenly when he saw a dash of blonde ahead of him. His eyes narrowed slightly when he saw Stella resting against the fountains silently. She was on the floor while her back rested against the structure. He leaned against a tree and observed her silently. She semed oblivious to the man quietly staring at her from a distance.

Stella held black high heels, which were a part of her new uniform, with one hand while her hand rubbed her sore feet. A moment later, she adjusted her socks and placed the heels back on her feet.

He watched her stand up slowly. She moaned in pain as she stood up. He realized her source of pain when she walked slowly while glancing at her feet. It must be the heels...

Why? Don't women normally wear heels? he thought in mild confusion. Or maybe she's just not used to them? He shook his head wondering what to do with her.

"Why is this girl not acting like she's from this century?" he said to himself a little frustrated. His eyes suddenly widened at what he just said. He stared at her in shock when a realization started to dawn on his eyes.

"I worked in the house for 150 months."

Could it be...? His feet planted themselves into the ground as he refused to entertain that possibility. His eyes trailed over her form as she slowly moved about trying to adjust her feet into the new footwear.

He whipped out his cellphone. A few rings later, the person on the other line picked up. "Nabu? What is Radius's daughter's name?" Brandon asked with urgency in his tone.

"Uh...hold up. Give me a sec," Nabu answered from the other end.

Brandon tapped his foot impatiently waiting for Nabu's answer. Oh c'mon, man. How could you forget it that fast?! He silently cursed his friend.

"Nabu?"

"Yeah, man. Still here. Here it is. It's Stella. Stella Solaria."

Brandon's jaw dropped in astonishment as his phone nearly fell out of his hold. No...he refused to believe.

So that means...this girl in front of him is no maid like he had initially thought. She's...she's Radius's daughter.

150 months...

That's twelve and a half years.

"When she quit, she was only eleven years old at that time."

"Not even a single sighting..."

"A photo that's a decade old..."

Brandon's eyes only dilated further as realization sunk into his brain. There was no sighting because...she never stepped foot outside of the house.

Oh my God...his eyes watched her with an overwhelming disbelief as his jaw fell to the floor for the hundredth time in the last ten seconds.

Achoooooooooooo! Yup, that's me sneezing. I think 2018 has a grudge against me because I've been running around with a snotty nose for the last 2-3 days. Gosh.

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed xO In case you didn't...well...um...eh...I blame the cold?

Thank you for reading either way :)