“I woke up burning—then saw I was 17 again, back in the house that broke me.”
Framed, shamed, abandoned, she died hated and forgotten. Now she’s back.
Same house, same lies, same fake sister—Jamila—hiding knives behind a sweet smile. Fiorella’s ready.
She tears up the script, rocks her wrinkled uniform, and steals the spotlight.
Jamila tries her tricks: ruined dresses, fake hugs, spiked drinks. Fiorella’s wiser now.
Then Cameron Finley arrives—soldier, tycoon, a man who’ll ruin them all. Last time, they barely spoke. Now he’s watching. Fiorella smiles, plays nice, stays sharp.
She’s not just surviving-she’s rewriting the ending. When the drugged drink nears her lips, she’s three steps ahead.