The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 95

It was Monday, and the family's driver happened to be off. Raymond was still at the hospital, and Citrine couldn't be bothered to trouble him, so she decided to walk home.

She was just passing through the alley behind her school when, out of nowhere, the world spun and went dark. Her knees buckled, and she felt herself hit the ground-hard.

Somewhere in the haze, she heard the rumble of a van's engine. That was all the confirmation she needed: she'd been kidnapped.

Citrine forced herself to stay calm, drawing in a shaky breath before speaking up. "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"

Silence. Not a word in response.

She tried again. "Who are you?"

Still no answer.

She switched tactics, aiming for a negotiating tone. "Look, if it's money you're after, name your price. I can pay whatever you want. Just let me go."

This time, a man's voice snapped at her, harsh and impatient. "Shut it. Say another word and I'll cut your tongue out."

didn't sound like he

lips together and went silent.

everything that had happened recently. Slowly, a theory took shape,

was who she thought, then at worst, this was payback-revenge, maybe some pain

sack. However long this

must have dozed for

up at a dazzling crystal chandelier. She jolted fully awake and

told her she was in some

man's eyes, lounging on the leather sofa. Not Theo. That caught

couple of days ago

of the situation, so she kept quiet, waiting for

your name?" Quentin lifted his eyelids lazily, crossing his legs as if he had all the time in the world. He clearly didn't see her

"Who are you? I don't know

help

him in her previous life, never crossed his path. She was sure she'd done nothing to