The engine of the entry-level Mercedes-Benz sputtered as Sienna Flynn tore out of the Flynn family estate, her vision blurred by a relentless cascade of hot, bitter tears. She gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned a porcelain white, the luxury leather interior of the car feeling like a gilded cage.
"Why?" she sobbed, her voice cracking against the windshield. "Why does my own blood treat me like an enemy? I never asked for the jewels, I never asked for the glory—I just wanted peace. And yet, the more I try to protect them, the more they sharpen their knives for my back."
The betrayal by Nanny Flynn and the opportunistic cruelty of Eddison and Eva swirled in her mind like a toxic storm. She was so consumed by the internal wreckage of her life that she didn't notice the br
