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SEVEN MONTHS LATER
Rosa Julian was a fucking millionaire!
Her newfound opulent lifestyle was the epitome of extravagance and excess. She was drowning in wealth, elegance and a lavishness she hadn't experienced ever before. A fortune she'd spared no expense in creating. A testament to her success.
From her arguably grandiose penthouse in Miami, to the luxurious cars lining up the garage. Kelya had done her part as the little sister and made more than a few jabs at her overcompensation, but the woman had sacrificed too much not to indulge herself and her family in magnificence.
The cool breeze whipped through her hair, the new highlights she'd put in, flew around her head like a golden halo. The music playing from the stereo, overly loud and booming as she passed the streets of Miami. Her bright grin etched permanently across her red tinted plump lips.
She deserved this. They all did. There was nothing short of impossible they'd done to get here, to have the life they wanted.
The moment she'd secured her share, Rosa bought Leia her own apartment, ready for her to move in whenever she wanted to. Kelya's half of the money locked safely in an untraceable account, she could freely access when she wished to.
