Fairfax had transferred every last penny to Starla.
In return, Starla had naturally lifted the financial blockades holding the Yelchin family hostage abroad, allowing Harley and Annika to finally return to Marina City. It was a mystery how they had even managed to scrape together the means to fly back.
However, coming back only amplified their crushing reality. All four of them were now crammed into Susanna's tiny apartment, with barely enough beds to sleep on.
Annika was livid, unleashing her fury on Darleen. "You are a curse on this family! I curse the day I ever let you marry into the Yelchins!"
Gone. Everything was just gone.
When they were stranded abroad and Darleen had cried over the phone that Starla had seized total control of the Yelchin assets, they hadn't fully believed it. But seeing it with their own eyes—the absolute stripping of their empire—Annika looked like she might have a heart attack.
A curse. She was an absolute curse.
"The Yelchin legacy, ruined by your hands. What did we ever do to deserve a plague like you?" Annika screamed, relentlessly hurling insults.
Darleen, choking on her own tears, finally snapped back defensively. "It wasn't me who agreed to sign the entire estate over to her! How am I the curse?"
From the moment Starla laid out her demands, Darleen had fought them. Who had caved? Harley. Annika. When things got too tough for them overseas, they had forced Fairfax to hand it all over. And now they had the audacity to blame her?
Annika scoffed sharply. "So you're saying you're innocent? That it's all our fault? Darleen, try to remember exactly why this nightmare is happening to us. Have you forgotten why Starla targeted us in the first place?"

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