The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1181:

Yet, no amount of composure could quell the bitter taste climbing up her throat. It churned inside her, sour and raw.

Across the Independent Continent, Nate stood unmatched. No one, not even Moses, Zack, or Herbert, could rival his status.

And as for looks? No man in the region held a candle to him. His admirers were countless. Rumors always swirled around him, but that didn’t stop the endless line of women eager to catch his eye.

When Rosalie saw those pampered, influential girls tossed out of Nate’s sphere of influence like mere trifles, she felt only disdain.

Their families were prestigious, sure, but still far beneath Nate’s towering lineage.

A man like him—one who was born at the pinnacle of power—would never be easily swayed by affection.

He was a ruler by nature, someone whose gaze rarely fell below his own stature. To him, love was nothing more than a fragile, fleeting concept. Or so she thought.

Corrine sleep on his lap,

Corrine, and Corrine alone. He truly loved

like ice water, leaving her with a

could she

was no reclaiming even a shred of his attention. To the rest of the world, he would remain distant, indifferent. And

in her turmoil, Rosalie barely noticed Zack’s discreet nudge against

she turned to face

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in thought?” he asked,

She forced a smile, dropping her eyes to hide the turmoil swirling within

Elva had been watching the entire exchange

seemed no woman—no matter