A Crown Made of Scars
Dante was seething, but he had to keep it under wraps.
He never saw it coming. The girl who had always been so meek, the one who clawed her way up from the slums, the real deal heiress, was showing her true colors then, all teeth and claws.
"50 million? In your dreams! Who do you think you are?"
"Dreams are optional." I whipped out my phone, the screen showing a ticking countdown to send.
"This is Rosa's health report. It says her kidneys are in perfect health, and that the whole sick act was just a con to snag my kidney.
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