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!”

that the Ashton

sliced through the crowd like daggers, each one leaving its mark on Rita’s burning cheeks. She stood frozen in the wreckage, her perfectly

and Bruce pushed

had backfired spectacularly—instead of lying in ruins, Corrine

a shameless witch.

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in Rita’s eyes and allowed her smile

her arm

fingers snagged the hem

You set

laugh dripped with honeyed venom as

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

Bruce

destroy everything. Worse, the