Camila closed her eyes, tears running down her face.

Her father’s death wasn’t murder — but it was the direct result of Edwin’s greed all the same.

At the private memorial, Edwin’s family didn’t come.

Instead, Kara walked into the funeral home in a flashy red dress, dropped a fifty-dollar bill into the donation box, and smiled near the casket.

“Edwin wanted me to tell you to vacate the mansion right away,” Kara whispered. “I’m moving in as the new Mrs. Montalvo.”

Camila glanced at the diamond necklace at Kara’s throat — a piece she recognized from the corporate financial records.