After their overnight fall from grace, the cracks in the Fuller family's unity became readily apparent. Gone were the days of luxury, their needs met at a whim. No more maids, no grand displays of wealth.

Kayla's temper flared daily, fueled by these frustrations. She abandoned her pretense of sweet obedience. Her past dreams of driving Felicia, the true heiress, and seizing the Fuller family's fortune had crumbled. All her schemes had failed miserably.

She slammed the door, the sound echoing through their now-smaller house. "This isn't even as big as my old bathroom!" she seethed, her fury intensifying.

From outside, Myra coaxed, "Just bear with it, dear. Things will get better. Your dad and I will make it up to you."

"Yeah, whatever," Kayla replied dismissively.

After Myra left, Kayla smirked, retrieving a neatly folded square from her pocket. Unfolding it, she revealed an ancient map. "Good thing I'm not like you guys," she muttered. "Something like this has to stay with me." Ambition gleamed in her eyes.

Failing to convince Dexter and Myra to keep the map, she waited until they slept. Then, she crept into their room and replaced the real map with a hastily drawn copy. She considered the consequences, of course, but didn't care. If things spiraled out of control, it would be Dexter and Myra's fault. Her only concern was securing something valuable for herself. She felt utterly justified.

The map's destination was paramount. Linked to the stars, it depicted an isolated island. What treasure lay there? She had to see for herself. Such opportunities were rare. First, though, she needed to escape unnoticed.

Frustration gnawed at her. The present clashed with her dream of a "past life." In that dream, the Fuller family's bankruptcy would be resolved, and she would have won Arnold's heart. Then…

A jolt. Clarity struck. She remembered! In her dream, she'd orchestrated a staged accident—a fall into the sea—blaming it on Felicia. Felicia would be expelled and imprisoned.

Though the Fuller family's bankruptcy eliminated her need to curry favor, Felicia remained a threat. If Felicia wasn't dealt with, a further divergence from her destined path might occur.

Clutching the map, Kayla smiled cruelly. "Falling into the sea… a great plan!"