My Mother Thought I Was Moving to a Slum—So She Brought 50 Relatives to Mock Me. They Didn’t Expect the Address.

black marks that would cost thousands to repair.

Martha stood frozen for a moment longer, glaring at Elena with pure, distilled hatred that had aged over two years of resentment.

“You think you’re better than us?” she hissed. “You’re just a rich bitch with ice in your veins. You’ll die alone in this big empty house with nobody who loves you.”

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