The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 26

I never imagined I'd end up in such a mess today.

As the clear, ringing confession echoed through the private room, Alicia's face shifted from shock to anger and back again.

"It was me. I called the police."

Citrine admitted it without hesitation.

Alicia's jaw clenched so tightly she looked like she might crack a tooth. Her voice trembled with fury as she spat out, "Now that you don't have the Iverson family behind you, aren't you scared of crossing the Chase family?"

Citrine arched an eyebrow, her tone cool. "If I wasn't afraid of the Iversons, why would I be scared of you?"

Alicia was laughably naïve.

Citrine had made it to twenty-eight in her last life-she hadn't grown up cowering in fear, and a high schooler's threats hardly rattled her.

Amelia's mother, Cindy Lawson, flinched when the police siren wailed outside. She clutched her little boy close, wrapping him up tightly before looking up at Citrine with trembling eyes. "Please, just tell the police it was a mistake," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I know you and Amelia are good friends, but we're just ordinary people-we don't want any trouble. And Amelia's brother is still so young, he needs us..."

than she was, her voice almost inaudible, her eyes darting everywhere but Citrine's face, as

steady and resolute. "Trust

police officers entered the

"Who called this in?"

hand and

These people trashed

to the officers, laying out the sequence

everyone was taken down to the station. Because Citrine was

out to Raymond as

Citrine cooperated fully,

Alicia's

wanted to settle for $10,000,

signing the

they took their son and left the station, completely ignoring Amelia, who was left standing alone

together, Amelia felt like she couldn't breathe. As soon as they were gone, Alicia shot Citrine a triumphant, taunting look. Johnnie Chase, Alicia's father, followed his daughter's gaze. He sized Citrine up, his beer belly straining against his shirt, his

nobody like you thinks you can mess with