Seraphina POV
The article came out the same morning I went to see Kai.
Mary sent it to me at 8:12 with no comment attached, which already told me everything I needed to know. If she had no words for something, it meant she was angry.
I opened it while the car stopped at a red light.
The headline sat at the top of the screen in soft black letters.
The Other Daughter: Inside the Carter Family's Hidden Fractures.
I stared at it for a second before opening the full piece.
By the third paragraph, I understood exactly what Marina had done.
I leaned back against the seat and kept reading.
She had twisted everything neatly. Not enough to make it obvious. Just enough to shift sympathy in her direction and make me look cold beside her. The article painted her as the younger daughter caught in a broken family, desperate for love, desperate for space, desperate to be seen.
And me?
I was the difficult older sister. The bitter heiress. The woman who had punished Marina for existing.
