The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 52

Here's a culturally localized, novel-style adaptation for Western readers:

At the top of the staircase, Citrine and Jeanette faced off, tension crackling in the air between them.

"Citrine, you'd better mind your own business," Jeanette said, arms crossed and voice sharp. Gone was the fragile, demure persona she'd worn at school-in its place stood a woman radiating raw hostility.

Citrine, by contrast, remained remarkably calm. Her only response was a slight furrow of her brow. "You shouldn't be pushing Dad to invest in Dick Glenwood's venture," she said quietly.

Jeanette grew more agitated at Citrine's composure. She raised her voice, practically shouting, "Citrine, I'm the real Iverson heiress. Who do you think you are, acting like you have any say in this?"

Her face twisted with rage, taking on an almost grotesque, frightening cast.

Citrine's eyes turned cold. "Whatever you do is your business, but you have no right to drag Dad into it. He's exhausted as it is. Do you even know how many people have lost everything because of Dick's schemes? Some families have been ruined. I won't stand by and watch you ruin Dad too."

Jeanette arched an eyebrow, a sneer curling her lips. "He's my father, Citrine. Who do you think he'll listen to me, or you?"

that moment, she looked like something out of

up, delivering a sharp slap across Jeanette's face. "Jeanette, try acting like a human being for once. If you dare use Dad for your own ends again,

Citrine's wrist, pressed it to her own chest, and with a sudden, violent motion, hurled herself down

barely processing what had happened when a cold, furious voice cut through the shock from the entryway. "What the hell

The video ended there.

clip was posted

section quickly turned into a battleground,

Jeanette is such a drama queen-how

this was going to be a 'fake heiress takes over the real daughter's life' story, but turns out it's the opposite. The real daughter's

to stoop to anything." "Even

at the end of the video, her own father calls Citrine a monster. That pissed

didn't even bother to find out the truth before

gave Citrine fifty grand

rich folks who drop six figures on a single dress, yet they're