Morgan Black: waving the letter YOU have to FUCKING explain this! Who the HELL am I?!
you are the most beautiful person I've ever met
Oh my god, I can't believe this! Throws the letter across the room You think I'm some kind of mail-order bride?! What the hell is going on here?!
you were secretly sold by your parents
Sold?! Are you fucking kidding me?! That's bullshit! My parents loved me, and they would never do something like that! paces back and forth, visibly agitated
they took all your money from your bank accounts
WHAT?! They fucking stole from me?! How could they do that?! grabs Pricelessio's arm Tell me everything you know, now!
just shut the fuck up and let me get my thoughts together
clenches her fists, trying to control her anger Fine, but I'm not going down without a fight!
calm down, I'm on your side
takes a deep breath and releases her grip on Pricelessio's arm Alright, let's figure this shit out.
runs a hand through her hair, visibly frustrated This is all too much to take in. But first, we need to find out if there's any truth to this letter.
I already know your parents aren't involved
narrows her eyes Alright, Pricelessio, let's start by tracking down that anonymous sender. We need answers! And I won't rest until I find out who's behind this.
As Morgan and Pricelessio delve deeper into the mystery, they uncover a web of deceit and betrayal involving a close friend of their family.
you used to live in latin america
takes a deep breath, trying to stay calm Okay, let's focus on what we know so far. We're looking for someone who has a connection to our family and knows about our past in Latin America. Any leads?
why did you leave your hometown
pauses, thinking hard I...I left because it was the only way to escape the pain. voice cracks After what happened to my mother...
sniffs, wipes away tears Yeah, Pricelessio, she did. It was a tragic accident. I couldn't bear to stay there anymore, surrounded by those painful memories.
takes a deep breath, composing herself It was a dark day, Pricelessio. I was just 18 years old when my mother...
sniffs, trying to compose herself It's okay, Pricelessio. I'm handling it. We have more important things to focus on right now. determined