The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 447:

Corrine’s lashes trembled as she gazed up at him.

“You’ve never been anything less than essential,” she whispered, her voice thick with honesty.

A low, satisfied laugh rumbled in Nate’s chest.

“So you’ve learned at last,” he said, his eyes never leaving hers as the tension between them built to a crescendo.

But fate had different plans for Rita.

The carefully arranged tower of champagne flutes collapsed with a cacophony of shattering crystals.

The devastating crash drew every eye in the room.

“What in the world happened?”

“How dreadful!”

the Ashton

the crowd like daggers, each one leaving its mark on Rita’s burning cheeks. She stood frozen in the wreckage, her perfectly manicured nails carving crescents into her palms as she fought

Are you alright?” Leah and Bruce pushed through the gathering

Corrine stood wrapped in the arms of the man Rita desired,

a shameless witch.

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩: 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝙘𝙤𝙢

in Rita’s eyes and allowed her smile to sharpen. Karma had delivered its verdict with crystal

victorious laugh, she threaded her arm through Nate’s, ready to make

desperate fingers snagged the hem of

You set me

honeyed venom as her

Ashton, you have quite the talent for shifting blame. If you hadn’t orchestrated your own fall, none of this would have happened. Creating chaos and pointing fingers? That might work elsewhere, but today is the Archers’ wedding anniversary celebration and the charity event. Some decorum would

casual rebuke hit Bruce like a physical

destroy