Mila stiffened in her place. So much hatred…
She couldn't understand it.
Why would Bianca go this far? Why would she want to destroy her so completely?
"So this is what you wanted," Mila said slowly. "We are still sisters. We share the same father. Why do you hate me so much?"
Bianca struggled against the restraints, letting out a muffled groan.
"Remove the tape," Mila commanded. "I want to hear her."
Valentina stepped forward and ripped the tape off.
Bianca gasped sharply, then lifted her head and glared at Mila with pure venom.
"Because I want everything you have," she snapped. "You are nothing. Weak. A loser—just like your mother."
Mila's whole body went rigid. Her nails dug into the sofa.
"Your mother lost to mine," Bianca continued cruelly. "Dad left her and you. But he chose my mother and me. He only kept you out of pity. And my mother allowed it. You should be grateful we didn't send you to an orphanage."
Mila's anger rose with each word she uttered.
