The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 1

Citrine had often wondered: if she could return to being three years old, would she ever have called Sawyer Iverson "Dad"?

More than once, she'd fantasized about giving back the life he'd given her-she just never thought she'd actually get the chance.

But she did die, truly and utterly, at the bright young age of twenty-eight.

So when she opened her eyes again, it was a shock to find herself back at seventeen.

Back then, she'd only been home from abroad for six months.

Havencrest General Hospital.

A girl in a faded black jacket and jeans knelt alone beside a hospital bed. Her stubborn little face was pale as chalk, but her tightly clenched fists betrayed the storm inside her.

"Citrine Iverson, apologize." Sawyer's voice was cold and hard as steel.

Iverson. Jeanette had fallen down the stairs,

believed her

me." Citrine slowly lifted her head, her words

a hint of warmth in her voice. She sounded as if she were

words had even faded, Sawyer's hand came down hard across

side, and bright blood

He hadn't held back.

have a daughter like you?" Sawyer's

she'd already be sentenced to

I'm not your real daughter, or you'd really have

did you say?" Sawyer raised his hand again, but this time, it hovered in the air,

stared him down, her eyes cool and steady. "Don't expect an apology. And if you keep pushing, I might

love she'd ever had for them long

stranger. "I sent you abroad for years, and you come back even more arrogant