Kelly
I had spent my entire life facing cameras. But this was different. This wasn’t a music concert nor a live broadcast. This wasn’t a scandal that would fade in a week. This was war, and the world was watching.
The second I stepped outside, hundreds of voices crashed down on me.
"Kelly! Did you manipulate your father’s will?"
"Why are you avoiding the DNA test?"
"Are you even legally entitled to his estate?"
Cameras flashed, microphones shoved toward my face, the heat of the spotlights burning into my skin.
I kept my face calm, unreadable. But inside? I was boiling. This was exactly what Kate wanted.
She wanted me cornered. But I wasn’t going to let her win.
I lifted my chin, walking up the stage, my heartbeat steady, my steps measured.
Kate was already there,
