The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

On Friday after school, Citrine made sure to tell the Carmichael family's driver not to pick her up.

She'd bought a few things and taken a cab by herself to a private estate in Crestwood.

The place was tucked away in the woods on the edge of town, secluded and almost fortress-like with its heavy security-mysterious and imposing.

As soon as the security staff spotted Citrine approaching, they all nodded respectfully.

"Welcome, Miss. Please, come in."

She gave a polite nod in return and headed inside.

With every step, Citrine felt her heart growing heavier.

She had no idea how she was going to face her grandfather.

If it hadn't been for him-if he hadn't rescued her in America and treated her like his own granddaughter-she wouldn't be the Citrine she was today.

In her previous life, she'd given everything to the Iverson family, barely sparing a thought for her grandfather. In the end, he'd been left disgraced, all because of her.

He'd always been so proud. The shame must have crushed him.

grand old house, wringing her hands so tightly her knuckles

could retreat, the front

Citrine, you're back! The master's been waiting

of warmth spread through Citrine's chest as she

the living room, she saw him—a tall, upright

of her,

stern, and he let out a huff, turning his head away in feigned

he was mad at her. She walked over and plopped down beside him, greeting him with a sweet,

unfazed, leaned in closer with a teasing grin. "Hey,

grumbled, still keeping

grandpa, you know. I'm just a lonely old man with no one to

misty, Citrine slid closer and wrapped her arms around his. "No

just how to win

a smile tugging at his lips. The old man might be

when they lived abroad. The

snapped. With a huff, he upended the fruit bowl on the coffee table, sending apples and oranges

those vultures from the Iverson

calls right now and

pulled out his phone,

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