Rosa looked up—not with relief, but pure terror.
“Please don’t kill me, Mr. Vega,” she sobbed. “I swear I didn’t do anything wrong.”
Alexander staggered back. “Rosa… what are you doing here? Whose babies are those?”
“Don’t let her see me,” Rosa begged, glancing toward the mansion. “If she does, she’ll kill us. The babies too.”
“Who?” he asked.
The front door burst open.
Sabrina stepped into the light, draped in a blood-red designer gown, diamonds flashing. For one split second, Alexander saw fear cross her face—then it vanished, replaced by fury.
“You thief!” Sabrina screamed, marching forward. “I knew I couldn’t trust you!”
“Sabrina, wait,” Alexander said, confused. “She’s terrified—”
“She was kidnapping my nieces!” Sabrina snapped. “I caught her in the act.”
Rosa cried out, “She’s lying! She was going to—”
Sabrina lunged, yanking Rosa by the hair and dragging her from the trunk. Rosa hit the pavement hard but never let go of the babies.
“That’s enough!” Alexander shouted, finally shoving Sabrina away. “There are infants here!”
Police sirens sliced through the night. Red and blue lights flooded the street.
Sabrina smiled.