The second life of the discarded heiress 10

The second life of the discarded heiress 10

Chapter 10 

His sense of entitlement was so blatant, it was almost comicallike a petty thug who thought the world owed lam 

This wasn’t the first time Caine had seen that smug expression on his face. It repulsed her She honestly couldn’t understand how she’d ever obeyed his every word, desperate for even the smallest scrap of familial affection 

And who do you think you are? What gives you the right to order me around just because you’re the beerson family’s adopted son

With a half smile, Citrine gave the group a cool once over, then tugged Amelia by the arm and headed back to class 

The others were left rooted to the spot, looking dumbfounded

Clifford was only eighteenan age where pute meant everything Nowe exposed in front of everyone as the family’s adopted son, bir 

face boisted with humiliation

A few students hanging around couldn’t resist poking their noses in Clifford, is it true? Are you really just the Iversonsadopted kid?! Clifford went pale, glanng daggers at the speaker 

Land stoned forward and gave the kid a hand kick. Mind your own business. Get lost

Patheticcan’t even handle a little heat, Jeanette thought with a sneer Still, she put on a comforting face. “No matter what anyone says, Chifford, youll always be my brother

Laid and Gadeon exchanged a look and chimed in, Yeah, Clifford will always be one of us.” 

Clifford looked at his friends, feeling a rush of gratitude that cased his anger

All in all, apart from that unpleasant little drama with Clifford and his crew Citrine’s day went pretty smoothly 

When she returned to the Carmichael house, Ramond was nowhere to be seenwhich stated Citrine just fine

Bored, she decided to upload her first novel, Innocent, to a websitea story she’d started writing in her previous life while living abroad, but had never published. Now that fate had given her a second chance, she wanted to try making different choices

Afterwards, she played around on her computer for a while.. 

Days like this went on for a few weeks, and Cine found herself getting used to the new routine

One evening 

g around eight, she suddenly felt hungry and crept downstairs. After anmaging through the fridge, she grabbed a slice of bread and a yogurt, planning to ship back upstairs. But as she passed through the kitchen, the living room lights flicked on

At this hour, the housekeeper and cleaning staff would’ve already headed home Was Raymand back

Citrine stuffed her snacks into her pockets and strolled out of the kitchen, trying to look casuİ 

She came face to face with a pair of deep, unreadable eyes. Her heart skipped a beat 

You’re back?” Citrine thed to sound nonchalant, though she had nothing to feel guilty about 

This is my house.

Why wouldn’t come back?Raymond’s gaze drifted to heaverstuffed pockets. His voice was cool and unreadable. Hungry?” 

“YeahCitrine admitted, rubbing the back of her neck, a little embarrassed.X 

It was the first time Raymond had really looked at his daughter

She was far too thin 

Her skin was pale as snowmaybe shed been sick. Her features were delicate and elegant, almost regal, untouched by the world, like a princess out of a fairytale. Even at her young age, the promise of beauty was already there

Raymond studied her faceso like his own in certain waysand found his thoughts drifting to what Adler had uncovered that day!!! The kid hadn’t had it easy with th 

Iversons. She’d been shipped overseas at just eleven.X Raymond couldn’t help but draw comparisons to at a cost Growing up as a Carmichael meant no real childhood, no warmthonly ambition and the relentless pursuit of power

to himself. As head of the Carmichael Group, every bit of his power and status had come 

He and his brother had endured brutal training from an early age, always held to impossible standards. Failure meant punishment. To secure the role of heir, he and his brother became rivalssometimes savage, sometimes subtle

Let’s go out and get something to eat Raymond surprised himself with how gentle his tone sounded, seeing the pale, fragile girl in front of him 

Citrine hesitated, but in the end, she didn’t refuse 

The second life of the discarded heiress

The second life of the discarded heiress

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