Chapter 10

His sense of entitlement was so blatant, it was almost comical-like a petty thug who thought the world owed him.

This wasn't the first time Citrine had seen that smug expression on his face. It repulsed her. She honestly couldn't understand how she'd ever obeyed his every word, desperate for even the smallest scrap of familial affection.

"And who do you think you are? What gives you the right to order me around- just because you're the Iverson family's adopted son?"

With a half-smile, Citrine gave the group a cool once-over, then tugged Amelia by the arm and headed back to class.

The others were left rooted to the spot, looking dumbfounded.

Clifford was only eighteen-an age where pride meant everything. Now, exposed in front of everyone as the family's adopted son, his face twisted with humiliation.

A few students hanging around couldn't resist poking their noses in. "Clifford, is it true? Are you really just the Iversons' adopted kid?"

Clifford went pale, glaring daggers at the speaker.

Laird stormed forward and gave the kid a hard kick. "Mind your own business. Get lost."

even handle a little heat, Jeanette thought with a sneer. Still, she put on

exchanged a look and chimed in, "Yeah, Clifford

feeling a rush of gratitude that eased his

in all, apart from that unpleasant little drama with Clifford and his crew, Citrine's

to the Carmichael house, Raymond was nowhere to be seen -which suited Citrine just

writing in her previous life while living abroad, but had never published. Now that fate had given her a second chance, she wanted to try making different

played around on her computer for

like this went on for a few weeks, and Citrine found herself

through the fridge, she grabbed a slice of bread and a yogurt, planning to slip back upstairs. But as she passed

cleaning staff would've

snacks into her pockets and strolled out of the

came face to face with a pair of deep,

to sound nonchalant, though she

Why wouldn't I come back?" Raymond's gaze drifted to her overstuffed pockets. His voice was cool

Citrine admitted, rubbing the back of her neck, a little

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