Sin For me, Daddy.
The words dripped with mockery, and Rosealba’s glare sliced into her.
Family reveal?
Her brows furrowed. That didn’t make sense. Until it did.
Her eyes flicked back slowly—drawn like a thread tightening around her chest—to Hazel, now standing alone, no longer in the shadow of Rocco. Just… still. Waiting and watching her with hate.
Hazel tilted her head slightly, then smiled—eerily calm, disturbingly at ease.
“Hello, sister,” she said softly. Her tone held no affection, only amusement.
Then she smirked and said—