The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 377:

“Miss Holland, surely we can reach some understanding? If not for our sake, then for Bruce’s?”

“Why should I show you mercy for a cheater’s sake?” Corrine’s voice carried the chill of midwinter.

Leah met her gaze, and an involuntary shudder ran through her.

Before she could process the words, Corrine closed the distance between them. One hand gripped Leah’s shoulder while one foot delivered a precise kick to the back of her knee.

The impact drove Leah to the unforgiving floor with a dull thud, pain etching deep lines across her face. Though the Burgess family had weathered decline, never had Leah experienced such profound humiliation.

The scene unfolded with merciless intensity as Corrine maintained her iron grip on Leah’s shoulder, leaving no room for resistance. Leah felt as helpless as prey in a predator’s sights, waves of humiliation washing over her with crushing force. She bowed her head, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she tried to block out the countless mocking stares surrounding her.

Her trembling fists betrayed the tempest of hatred and fury building within her. The bitter irony of her position struck deep—she was the Burgess family heiress, Bruce’s chosen bride, destined to lead the Ashton household. Yet here she knelt, subjugated by Corrine, whom she viewed as nothing more than a rural upstart from humble origins. The indignity of it burned like acid in her veins.

an opportunity for revenge. With desperate speed, she snatched an ashtray from the nearby coffee table and lunged

“Die, you wretch!”

panicked warning

stream in his car, frowned deeply, anger flashing across his features. Yet he needn’t have worried. Corrine moved with practiced precision, simultaneously catching

echoed through the room, a testament to Corrine’s ruthless efficiency. A ghost of an admiring smile played across Nate’s lips as he observed. Rita lay crumpled on the floor, gasping for

you’ll… pay

𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁

attempted a final plea, her face a masterpiece of fragile

is enough? Can’t you

mockery

reversed? A loss demands its price—surely you

Leah’s jaw clenched.

could you