From Neglected Girl To Unstoppable Heiress

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nurse. "Tell Carolina to stop

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ered above the gurney, watching my own body. My hair, usually pinned back for work, was a tangled mess arou

hall, their voices carrying the familiar cadence of parental concern-but not for me.

ag forgotten on the pristine floor. "My poor baby. Thank goodness you' re safe." She clutched

," he growled, his voice a low rumble of accusation. "Always causing trouble. Always looking for attention. When she

had been cultivated my entire life. It pulsed with a dull ache, mirroring the intern

. Faking it for attention? Is that what this looks like

rast to my parents' dramatic pronouncements. They checked her pulse, adjust

d Kandy Wallace, approached my parents. "Mr. and Mrs. Fitzgerald," she began softly, "we really

That girl is fine. She' s always been overly dramatic. This is just another one of her little acts to draw a

ed by a crushing weight that stole what little spiritual breath I had left. It wasn' t a surprise, no

mething different? Each breath I hadn't taken, each beat my h

ing at the screen. "I' ll call her myself.

up my phone, which had fallen beside the gurney. The screen was cracked. S

na! You answer me right now! Where are you? How dare you disappear when your si

mpt. It was the same tone she' d used when I' d fallen off my bike at seven and broken my arm, only to be told I was clumsy and had ruined ou

he' s fine. Just ignoring my calls. She knows how to manipulate people into giving h

n. A black cloud over this family." He looked at Estrella

her eyes widened as if suddenly remembering. "Caro?" she whispered, her voice weak, theatrical. "Is Carolina okay? Is she... i

my angel. You did nothing wrong. It' s always Carolina." Her earlier ang

you finally decide to show your face, Carolina, you' d better have a good explanation. This

r mother' s right. She's caused enough troub

kay. Even though she always hates me, I still worry about h

You always do. They would never see it. They would never see her for the manipulative, self

, the swerving, my desperate lunge to protect her, to shield her

l. The room, the voices, everything began to