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Stella rolled over and pushed herself upright.

The room wasn't completely dark—a nightlight glowed faintly in the corner, casting a soft shadow across her face. She looked almost emotionless.

"Sick as she was, I'm honestly surprised Ursula managed to hang on this long before finally kicking the bucket," Stella said, her tone flat.

Everyone figured Ursula would be finished within days after Jaxon Larkin threw her out of the Larkin household.

No one expected she'd survive this many nights on the street.

Tegan huffed. "So what if she was tough? You can fight fate all you want, but in the end, she still died a miserable wreck."

You can refuse to accept your lot, but you can't trample over someone else to get ahead.

After all, what goes around comes around.

Stella's brow arched slightly when she heard how bad Ursula's end had been. "How miserable are we talking?"

Tegan hesitated, lowering her voice. "Under the highway bridge. Two homeless guys... did things to her."

She trailed off, letting the ugly details hang unsaid.

But Stella got the picture.

Homeless. That was fitting.

to keep up her fancy image—she'd even tried

Stella returned to the Larkin estate, Ursula did everything she could to keep her own reputation spotless, constantly

was just the adopted daughter, always acting like she was better

that's where she

nodded. "That's pretty

was worse than rough. It was

were in the hospital, if Susie and I hadn't watched out for you, who knows how

his name made Tegan's

was his sister—his

had tried to hurt Stella more times

knew about, others she probably

her chest. "Thanks

get sappy. Just thought you'd like to know. Maybe it'll make you

Ursula had tormented Stella in every way possible, and now karma had

just plain justice—what goes around,

honest, after I moved

Not just Ursula.

someone shoved their names in her face, she hardly remembered them at

people just aren't worth

like life in

her answer simple but