"Stacy," Salome called, her voice filled with amusement, disbelief, and disgust.

"Hey, bitch. How have you been?" Stacy tucked her trembling hands into her jeans to hide them.

Salome slowly removed her mask, a mocking grin spreading on her red lips.

"You look like shit, little sister. ¿Has estado comiendo? (Have you been eating?)"

Stacy scoffed as she watched Salome step forward. Salome had always been like this—always full of ego. She loved to see people beneath her.

Salome and Stacy were the only daughters of Mr. Fernandez, a well-known and popular businessman in Spain.

Stacy was brilliant and a fast learner. She was a computer freak, which impressed Mr....