A Crown Made of Scars
had drawn a swarm of journalists, their cameras and mics forming an impenetrable wall.
Rosa made her entrance, wheeling Gabriella in, both of them dressed up in a pitiful display for the crowd.
Gabriella was a mess, her clothes ragged and her face gaunt. At the first flash of the cameras, she broke down, sobbing.
"Elena, that backstabber! She's hogging all the inheritance and trying to wipe us out!"
Next to her, Rosa dabbed at her eyes, the picture of sorrow. "Elena, just own up to your mistake and give back what's rightfully the Deluca'. Then, we'll let bygones be bygones. We're family, after all…"
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