Chapter 25

Rose’s POV

I slammed my apartment door so hard the walls shook. The sound echoed through the empty space, matching the thunder in my heart. My hands shook as I poured myself a drink, spilling expensive whiskey on the marble counter.

“Damn you, Camille,” I whispered, then screamed it: “DAMN YOU!”

The crystal glass flew from my hand, shattering against the wall in a spray of amber liquid and broken dreams. Thirty million dollars. The Cedar Hill estate. All of it gone to those worthless foster kids.

My legs gave out and I slid to the kitchen floor, surrounded by the mess I’d made. Just like my life, everything perfect on the surface, chaos underneath. And now Camille, sweet, stupid Camille, had managed to ruin everything even from the grave.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” I spoke to the empty air, imagining her ghost watching me fall apart. “Little Miss Perfect with her secret fortune. Did you laugh about it? Did you enjoy knowing you had