The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 25

Shards of glass littered the entryway, crunching under Citrine's shoes as she stepped inside. The whole restaurant was a disaster zone-pots and pans strewn everywhere, overturned tables and chairs lying in chaotic heaps across the floor.

Citrine took in the wreckage with a quick glance, reaching for her phone to call and find out where everyone was. Before she could dial, a sharp, piercing cry echoed from the private room at the back.

She turned and pushed the door open. Just as she expected, Alicia was lounging carelessly atop a dining table, flanked by several broad-shouldered men in black suits.

In the corner, Amelia crouched by herself. Her parents clung to a little boy, shielding him tightly in their arms as they sobbed. The looks they shot Amelia weren't those of worried parents, but the bitter, hateful glares of people staring down an enemy.

Citrine didn't linger on the scene. She quickly looked away from the family of three and strode over to Amelia, helping her to her feet. "Hey, honey, are you okay?"

As she spoke, Citrine's gaze swept over Amelia from head to toe, only relaxing when she saw there were no visible injuries.

"I'm fine, Citrine. Really," Amelia sniffled, her eyes rimmed with tears. She'd convinced herself Citrine wouldn't come-but here she was, danger and all.

it you want?" Alicia grinned. "You know why I trashed

Citrine groveling before her in a few minutes

narrowed her eyes, then

known exactly what kind of mind games Alicia was playing from

that Alicia was caught off guard-this wasn't the reaction she'd

for you, I'd never have messed with the Lawsons. Amelia's only

"Why should I feel

"If you hadn't crossed me, Amelia wouldn't be caught up

Amelia. You're the one who smashed up their restaurant. What does that have to do with me? Did I make you do any of

no comeback.

think she cares about you, but clearly, you're the only one

pressed her

Alicia pressed on. "If you hadn't gotten involved