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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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

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

him losing everything—house, car, every

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 recklessness that had ruined him finally caught up—an accident, a coma, and a hospital bill that could crush anyone under its weight. And now, his survival hung by a thread. A thread that Leah held firmly in

dared to defy her, Leah would

Sonia exhaled, a weight lifting from

there’s nothing to worry

brief

She reached into a drawer, retrieved a slim box of women’s cigarettes, and lit one with practiced ease. As she took a slow

is under

of smoke drifted through the air, prompting Sonia to

“Get some rest.”

a slight smile playing

“Alright.”

Jules. She read it briefly before rising to her feet. At that moment, the door opened, and Nate stepped