The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 715:

“Bitch!” A furious curse rang out, immediately followed by the sharp crash of porcelain shattering against the floor.

The situation had spiraled out of control so abruptly that, despite Leah’s relentless efforts to suppress the scandalous posts, they continued to multiply like weeds after a storm—unyielding and impossible to wipe out completely.

Years in the entertainment industry had honed Leah’s instincts; this wasn’t just bad luck—it was a deliberate attack. Someone had set their sights on her.

Standing at the doorway, Sonia observed Leah, who was on the verge of a breakdown, and let out a quiet sigh. At such a volatile moment, trying to talk sense into her was like whispering into a hurricane—pointless. It was best to let her unleash her fury until exhaustion dulled the edges of her rage.

For nearly an hour, the room was filled with the relentless sounds of crashing objects and breaking glass. Then, at last, Leah, breathing heavily, collapsed onto the sofa, her hair in wild disarray, her striking eyes smoldering with resentment.

Sonia surveyed the wreckage around them before subtly signaling a maid. Catching the unspoken command, the maid stepped forward and began cleaning up the mess.

“Now that you’ve vented, it’s time to regain your composure,” Sonia said evenly, her tone calm but firm.

“You need to ensure that Luna doesn’t stray from her original statement. You know exactly what will happen if she does.”

Leah lifted her head and cast Sonia a cold, sardonic smile.

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Luna Potter, had fought tooth and nail to escape her humble beginnings, clawing her way up from nothing. No matter how much Luna had struggled to carve out a new life, there was one thing she could never rewrite—the family she was born into. A family where sons were prized like rare jewels, while daughters were treated as

more than a walking wallet, a lifeline they clung to with shameless

blunder had been his worst yet. A night out with his equally irresponsible friends had ended with him losing everything—house, car, every last possession of value. And as

had been inevitable and brutal. Words had been exchanged, accusations flung. But when Luna refused to be their safety net once again, her brother, blinded by fury, had stormed out, climbed into a car, and driven off. Fate, however, had a cruel sense of irony. The very

her, Leah

exhaled, a weight lifting

there’s nothing to worry

a brief hesitation, she

retrieved a slim box of women’s cigarettes, and lit one with

is under

the air, prompting

“Get some rest.”

another stream of smoke, a slight smile playing at her

“Alright.”

Jules. She read it briefly before rising to her feet. At that