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

one leaving its mark on Rita’s burning cheeks. She stood frozen in the wreckage, her perfectly manicured nails carving crescents into

pushed through

spectacularly—instead of lying in ruins, Corrine stood wrapped in the arms of the man

shameless witch. Rita seethed

𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙩: 𝙜ⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀﹒𝙘𝙤𝙢

and allowed her smile to sharpen. Karma

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

Rita’s desperate fingers snagged the hem of

You set

laugh dripped with honeyed venom

hadn’t orchestrated your own fall, none of this would have happened. Creating chaos and pointing fingers? That might work elsewhere, but today is

casual rebuke hit Bruce like

secure Calan’s investment—Rita’s spectacle threatened to destroy everything. Worse, the evidence of her