Looking at Mila's smiling face, Bianca's heart burned.
The man beside her looked wealthy, far wealthier than anyone Bianca could afford to have in her life.
Compared to Mila, Bianca's life had fallen apart. She was no longer the privileged Vega princess she had once been. That life had disappeared a long time ago.
Her boyfriend had abandoned her. She had spent months struggling with money, barely managing to cover her family's expenses. She had even taken two jobs just to survive.
And now, here was Mila, living in luxury with a powerful man like Dominic.
Bianca's resentment twisted deeper.
'How can she live so happily while I'm suffering like this?'
"That house belongs to me," she muttered under her breath. "The wealth she enjoys is mine. But she took everything away from me."
Every laugh from Mila, every glance she exchanged with Dominic, every small gesture of affection between them felt like a deliberate provocation.
