Anya lunged and snatched Isla's phone away, horrified.
"Mom, are you out of your mind? The livestream is almost at two hundred thousand viewers."
"Everything you say right now will get twisted and dissected. Do you want to be the next person the internet tears apart?"
She could've screamed. Her mother was making a mistake so basic, so stupid, it was unforgivable.
Maybe years of playing house had really dulled her brain.
Isla gripped Anya's arm, shrieking, eyes wild.
"How am I not supposed to lose it? Maeve exposed the video of your brother beating that bitch Jenny!"
"And he admits in the video he's done worse—he's not just hurt someone, he's killed someone. Once this blows up, we can't bury the past anymore!"
"Did you forget how Wendy died? She was pregnant—pregnant with a Morales baby!"
That history was a thorn in Isla's heart.
Two years ago, Ansel had preyed on a girl at school and gotten her pregnant.
When the girl demanded he take responsibility, Ansel—spineless, entitled—lost his temper and shoved her off the rooftop.
The campus had erupted. The girl's parents came after the Morales family for answers.
To silence it, the Morales family paid a fortune.
They hired one of the most famous defense attorneys in the region and forced a murder into a "suicide."
Isla had believed no one would ever mention it again.
And now Ansel had basically confessed on video.
A flash of venom crossed Anya's eyes.
Ansel was her twin, but they'd never been close.
Their father was the classic type—sons first, daughters second.

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