When Wanda and Pietro saw the new villa, their eyes widened in disbelief.
What stood before them wasn't just a villa—it was a grand, British-style castle, regal and awe-inspiring.
Nestled among tall, mature trees, the estate felt like it had been pulled straight from a fairy tale. It seemed a world away from the dusty chaos of the city. The high vaulted foyer, towering entrance gate, elegant round-arched windows, and carefully-cut cornerstones all screamed timeless nobility. The floors were polished black marble, gleaming like mirrors. Above, ornate crystal chandeliers sparkled in the filtered sunlight.
The interior was no less lavish: sleek black-glass incense wood tables, custom imported cushions on branded chairs, and carved bookcases more like artwork than furniture.
They strolled through tree-lined paths, passing the rear garden—a lush rose paradise with over 1,500 blooming bushes. Not far beyond were sweeping lawns, rugged cliffs, and even a private beach.
To the side was a woodland-themed playground that looked like something out of a storybook. There stood a handcrafted cedar castle, complete with gun towers, turrets, tunnels, and slides. A fast track looped through the nearby trees—a 75-foot zipline for high-speed gliding. The play area also featured 17,000 swings, four seesaws, spinning wheels, and more.
This wasn't just a house.
This was the largest private estate in Nassau County, Long Island, New York.
Built in 1912 by Howard Gould, the mansion was inspired by Kilkenny Castle in Ireland. Spanning over 100 acres, it was once the pride of the Gold Coast in the 1920s—one of the most extravagant estates on Long Island's North Shore.
It was also one of the most expensive.
Bella had purchased it a year ago, spending a jaw-dropping 780 million M gold on the property.
To maintain the estate, she had hired a full staff of top-tier nannies and butlers—recruited from a company that specialized in serving the ultra-wealthy. These professionals alone cost tens of millions per year to employ—far beyond what any average billionaire could casually afford.
Of course, Bella wasn't your average billionaire. Her shares in the Stark Group alone were worth tens of billions, so she barely noticed the cost.
She hadn't lived in the manor before because she'd spent most of the year exploring the universe. With Bella gone, Angie and little Sally had only occasionally stayed here.
But now, with Wanda joining them, Bella decided it was time to move into something worthy of a goddess.
After all, spending tens of millions a year on an empty mansion was just wasteful, wasn't it?
Bella believed in improving the quality of life.
That's what it meant to be truly rich.
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Wanda and Pietro had never seen anything like this in their lives.
The two had grown up wandering the streets, often stealing bread just to survive. Even after gaining powers, their lives had barely improved—they had only just gotten by.
Then HYDRA found them.
Their years in experimentation chambers left scars that luxury could never erase. This kind of place—this fantasy-like palace—had only ever existed in their dreams.
And now, Wanda was going to live here?
Definitely. Pietro, however, was only here to drop her off. For some reason—maybe Rogers' silver tongue—he'd been convinced to join the Avengers. Wanda still had no interest in that team.
Not when Tony Stark was part of it.
She wanted to like him—but whenever he was nearby, she'd feel a surge of uncontrollable emotion. She worried that one day, she'd lose control... and kill him.
She didn't want a life of constant fighting anymore.
Being with Sister Bella was different. Bella was beautiful, strong, and above all—safe.
As for the Avengers?
Wanda honestly didn't think much of them. In her opinion, they couldn't even beat her. And yet they wanted her to join?
She and Pietro had heard rumors about the Goddess of Judgment back when they were with HYDRA. The researchers spoke her name with trembling voices—true fear in their eyes. It was the same fear they inspired in their own test subjects.
When they found out that Bella was the Goddess of Judgment, both siblings had been stunned. How could this kind, beautiful woman be the one HYDRA scientists called Death incarnate?
She looked nothing like a god of destruction.
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"Sister Bella," Wanda whispered softly.
They rode a sleek, environmentally-friendly electric cart toward the castle. As they reached the grand entrance, a line of nannies and butlers in uniform stood waiting, perfectly composed.
Everyone disembarked.
As soon as the cart stopped, little Sally broke free from Angie's hand and sprinted toward Bella.
Two adorable pets bounded behind her.
Bella bent down to scoop Sally into her arms, affectionately rubbing their cheeks together.
But then she paused—her eyes narrowed playfully.
"You stole ice cream again, didn't you?"
A small smear at the corner of Sally's mouth gave her away.
"I only had two~" Sally squirmed, twisting like a little cat caught in the act.
She clung to Bella, giggling. Her cuteness was overwhelming.
Wanda and Pietro, standing beside Bella, looked on with quiet envy.
They'd never had this kind of warmth before.
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Sally had been undead once. Reborn into a cloned body, she'd been around five at the time, and only grown slightly older since. Still small, still adorable.
Angie was already briefing the old butler, who nodded and disappeared to arrange things.
He wore a traditional tuxedo with white gloves, and moved with dignified grace.
His name was John—a veteran butler with over 40 years of service experience. Calm and gentle, always smiling, he'd managed the entire manor with near perfection for the past year. Bella and Angie were more than satisfied—they'd already signed him to a three-year contract, with plans to extend.
Once the staff returned to their duties, Angie approached the twins and smiled.
"Hi, I'm Angie."
"Wanda," the girl said softly.
"Pietro," her brother added, his tone reserved.
They were still a little shy, but Angie gave a warm smile and scooped up one of the pets.
"This is Nina," she said, holding a sleek black cat that purred with elegance and mischief. "And this big, silly sweetheart is Cosmo—our golden retriever. He's the most affectionate fluffball you'll ever meet."
The two siblings quietly smiled, a warmth slowly blooming inside them.
For the first time in a long time... it felt like home.