The ominous silhouette of the mansion loomed against the inky night sky. Inside, Vixen thrashed in her bed, trapped in the throes of yet another nightmare. Her father's gravelly voice echoed as phantom hands gripped her roughly.

"Rip it off, I want to see you squirm and cry!"

She could feel the ghostly hands groping, and could hear her own screams mixing with Vito's taunts. Just as the nightmare reached its horrifying crescendo, a mysterious figure emerged from the shadows. Face obscured by a gleaming silver mask, this enigmatic savior wielded a knife dripping crimson. In one swift stroke, he ended Vito's torment, felling the cruel patriarch before Vixen's eyes.

With a gasp, Vixen jolted upright in bed. Her heart hammered as Vito's voice faded into the heavy silence. Moments later, the door burst open to reveal her sisters, concern etched on their faces.

"You okay, girl?" Isabella murmured, perching on the rumpled sheets. "Sounded like a bad one this time."

Vixen raked a shaky hand through her tangled locks. "I just...I can't take anymore of these freakin' nightmares. It's like I'm stuck on a horror movie loop in my head, with dear old Dad playing the villain."

"Tell me about it," Raven grumbled, leaning against the bedpost with her arms crossed. "We've all had enough of this nonsense."

Seraphina lingered anxiously by the door. "But we can make it better someday, right?" Her soft voice wavered with uncertainty.

Raven's lip curled in a bitter smirk. "Yeah, nightmares are like uninvited guests who refuse to leave the freakin' party."

Vixen glanced around the room, as if she could still sense Vito's oppressive presence. The lingering cigar smoke was like a taunting reminder that this was his domain. She could almost hear his gravelly bark ringing through the halls, feeling his beady gaze drilling into her. It made her old wounds ache anew.

"Guys, we gotta stick together," Isabella said. "Dad may act all big and tough, but we're stronger as a family."

At the mention of their tyrannical father, Vixen pictured Vito's hulking frame and frosty glare that sent chills down her spine. How she wanted to smack that smug look off his face!

Raven's eyes flashed with defiance. "You know what? We need to hit back, and hit back hard. We've taken his garbage long enough." She slammed a fist into her palm.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hall - Vito's men coming to investigate the noise. The sisters exchanged loaded glances. This wasn't over. Not by a long shot. There would be a reckoning someday. But for now, they dispersed silently back to their separate rooms as their father's minions approached.

Normally, Vito doesn't permit staying idle, especially in the mornings, if all hands weren't on deck, definitely there are businesses beyond the walls of his mansion unattended to.

Downstairs, duties are carried out by all departments with deep awe.

Vito's oppressive presence hung around like a ghost, his gravelly barking orders bouncing off the walls. Vixen could practically feel his beady eyes drilling into her, like he wanted tearing through her legs right before all eyes.

Isabella, Raven, and Seraphina were right there with Vixen, their faces reflecting the pain and baggage they all lugged around thanks to dear old Dad. They've weathered the storm of their dad's awful deeds for way too freaking long.

Vito Moretti, this huge intimidating dude with a frosty, domineering vibe, cast a looming shadow over them all. His gravelly voice commanded everyone, like he owned the place. Which he did.

Vixen clenched her fists so hard her nails were probably leaving dents in her palms. She couldn't hold back her rage anymore.

Isabella, the big sister, flashed Vixen a subtle nod, like a secret pact between them. They knew going toe-to-toe with Dad would be suicide. They'd have to get clever with their payback.

Raven, usually stone-faced, showed this glint of rebellion in her eyes. "We ain't giving up our survival!"

With one last piercing stare from their dad, the sisters scattered, each retreating to their own rooms. It's like they were prepping for some kind of family showdown or something.

Alone in her room, Vixen stared broodingly at the family portrait hanging above the fireplace. Their painted smiles seemed like a cruel mockery now, a reminder of bonds shattered long ago.

On impulse, she retrieved a battered shoebox crammed with mementos from under her bed. Her fingers lingered on each photo, conjuring bittersweet memories of love found and lost.

There was Luca, with his boyish grin that never failed to make her heart flutter. She could still remember the secret nights they spent curled up in the moonlit gardens, cocooned away from the Moretti family drama. Luca had been a ray of light in her shadowed world. Until her father snuffed him out.

Vito's goons had set Luca up with false charges, ensuring he was locked away despite Vixen's desperate pleas. She could still see the anguish on Luca's face during that tearful last visit, as he swore his undying love through the smudged glass. Vito's corrupt reach had ruined the best thing in Vixen's life.

And he didn't stop with Luca. There was Matteo, a gentle artist who saw past Vixen's damaged exterior. With him, she'd found a pure connection, untainted by her family name. But Vito in his fury would allow no happiness. His crew fabricated a scandal, driving Matteo away despite the love between them.

"I can't risk this, Vixen. I'm sorry," Matteo had choked out at their final meeting. His regret-filled words echoed in her mind even now.

Vixen swiped angrily at a stray tear as she gazed at the photos. Her father's heartlessness knew no bounds. He seemed determined to ruin anything good in her life. But no more. She was done being the victim. It was time for Vito to face justice for his cruelty.

Jaw set, Vixen made a silent vow. She would tear down her father's empire, no matter the cost. For her sisters. For her lost loves. For herself.

The following weeks passed in a blur of secret meetings and whispered plans with Isabella, Raven, and Seraphina. Her sisters shared her simmering rage.

"The Moretti name won't rot forever," Isabella declared, eyes steely with purpose.

Raven's lip curled. "Vito won't know what hit him."

Timid Seraphina squeezed Vixen's hand. "I believe in us," she whispered, voice wavering even as her shoulders squared with resolve.

Vixen knew taking down their tyrannical father would be no easy feat. His tangled web of corruption ran deep, his loyal goons shielding him like an impenetrable wall. But she was ready to claw and fight her way through, no matter how long it took.

The shadows couldn't hide Vito's misdeeds forever.

Justice was coming for him. And poor Vixen vowed to serve it hot.