The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 53

Chapter 53 I Can Apologize

“Bruce.....” Leah clung to him as if he were the last branch keeping her from drowning, her entire body trembling like a leaf in a storm. "I was just messing around with Corrine. I never thought she'd take it so seriously."

Tears spilled down her cheeks, cascading like a relentless rain.

Bruce, seeing her tear-streaked face, felt a sharp pang in his chest, as if her sorrow were chiseling away at his heart. His jaw tightened, and his voice. turned cold. "Corrine, you heard her. It was just a joke. Why did you have to blow it out of proportion?"

"A joke?" Corrine's lips curved into a bitter smile. "Tell me, Bruce, have you ever seen someone joke about life and death? But then again, Leah is your ever seen someone jo golden girl, isn't she? Even her faults are painted in halos for you."

"You!" Bruce's pride took a hit, and his eyes burned with indignation. He shot her a glare sharp enough to cut. "Apologize to Leah. Right now!"

"Are you out of your mind?" Corrine's gaze was as frigid as a winter morning, her voice dripping with disdain. Then, almost lazily, she added, "Fine, I'll apologize- when she kneels down to hear it."

her fear as palpable as a shadow in the room. Bruce's grip on her

voice shaking with fury. His eyes blazed with a mix of disgust and disbelief as they locked onto

her eyes gleamed like shards of ice. "Because you never really tried to understand me, Bruce," she said, her tone devoid of emotion. "You see, I live by one rule: an eye

strikes, I hit back

his eyes darkening. "You're impossible

like a blade. She turned her attention to Leah, her volce

celebrity comes with a price, and joking about someone's life isn't just reckless It's dangerous. Think about it. You're fresh off the plane, trying

Leah like a

panic flickered in her

wrong. Instead of triumph, she found herself trapped in a web of her own making, bitterness choking

my boss is waiting for you," Matias said, appearing from the shadows like a phantom. His

of dust from her sleeve. Without a

Corrine walked away unscathed. Her arm throbbed with pain, forcing her to abandon any thoughts of retaliation for now. She nestled against Bruce, her frustration pooling in her