The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 77

Halfway through her set, Citrine slipped out to use the restroom.

Siren's Whisper was the most exclusive club in Havencrest-a place so decadent, even the bathrooms boasted glittering crystal chandeliers that probably cost more than most people's cars.

After washing her hands, Citrine was about to head back to her private booth when a sudden, anguished scream made her pause mid-step.

She changed directions, following the desperate cries.

"Help! Please, somebody help me!"

A girl, her face hidden by a curtain of tangled hair, was being dragged toward the men's room by two burly, middle-aged men. She wore a revealing black slip dress, the side slit running high up her thigh, exposing pale, vulnerable skin.

"Shut up, you little slut!" One of the men barked, slapping her hard across the face when she tried to call for help.

The girl's head snapped to the side, but her voice was still pleading. "Please, I'm begging you let me go."

act," sneered the bald one, gripping her jaw with bruising force. "Your old man handed you over to our boss himself.

why the girl's

into the restroom, Citrine

what do we have here?" The bald thug leered, his gaze crawling

before his filthy hand could touch her, Citrine lashed out with a sharp

and without any time to brace himself, he crashed to the floor with a

other man lunged at her, fist

hard enough to leave him reeling. A dark

in rage. "You'd better mind your own business,

cocked in open

barely spared a glance. At Siren's Whisper, ugly

thugs tried to rush her, making as if to grab both girls

quicker. She dodged their hands and, before they could react, stomped down hard on one man's calf, pinning him

men mountains of muscle-howled in agony, forced to their

Please, let us go!" they shouted at her, panic