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?"

looked like something

try acting like a human being for once. If you dare use Dad

mouth than Jeanette grabbed Citrine's wrist, pressed it to her own chest, and with a sudden, violent motion, hurled

furious voice cut through the shock from the entryway.

The video ended there.

the clip was posted online,

quickly turned into a battleground, opinions

such a drama queen-how fake

over the real daughter's life' story, but turns out it's the opposite.

unreasonable and willing to stoop to anything." "Even their adopted

at the end of the video, her own father

didn't even bother to find out the truth before blaming Citrine. That's just cruel; she must

Citrine fifty grand in all

are the kind of rich folks who drop six figures on a single dress, yet they're