They said the Luciano Don spent $1.88 million on me, yet for three years he made me live on the cheapest food. When our newborn landed in the ER, I called him twelve times—but he was caring for my sister’s child instead. He refused the $8,000 needed to save our daughter, convinced I was scamming him. By the time he realizes the truth, my flight to Honolulu is already gone—and someone there has been waiting for me for years.
