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

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

you alright?” Leah and Bruce pushed

backfired spectacularly—instead of lying in ruins, Corrine stood wrapped in

such a shameless

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Rita’s eyes and allowed her

her arm through Nate’s, ready

desperate fingers snagged the hem of her

conniving snake! You set

Corrine’s laugh dripped with honeyed venom as her

own fall, none of this would have happened. Creating chaos and pointing fingers?

hit Bruce like

investment—Rita’s spectacle threatened to destroy everything. Worse,