The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1638:

The wind howled past as Corrine sped down the road, slicing through the dusk like a blade.

Taylor leaned back, arms stretched wide, eyes closed. “Now this is living,” he breathed, wind rushing against his grin.

For once, he let the weight of duty fall away.

They climbed to the mountain’s peak, the car finally stopping where sky met earth. Perched on the hood, they watched the sun retreat behind distant hills, orange light melting into night.

“How’ve you been all these years?” Taylor asked, not taking his eyes off her.

When she’d left, there had been no goodbyes—just the quiet echo of an empty room. Perhaps the truest departures were silent ones; no words, no explanations, just absence.

They’d woken one morning to find her gone. A single note was all she’d left behind. Lone Ranger had thrown himself into research for years, claiming he was refining systems, but everyone knew better—he was searching for her. Always.

But now, here she was. Real. Right next to him. And in that moment, Taylor felt like he’d been dropped back into those wild forest days, where they fought back-to-back, side by side.

a flame burned out. Corrine wasn’t sure what the years had given her. She wasn’t

routine. Predictable. Like waking from a

suddenly, everything made sense again. He was her light when everything else

expression, a smile flickering in her

stories are

caught the shift in her and stiffened. “That smile… you’re thinking

“I am,” she said.

face darkened, eyes

it snapped. “You have a

had a

Since when?

bastard, Vulture, won her over the moment he turned

Corrine’s phone

It was Nate.