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."

like

dropped. She pressed her lips

happened recently. Slowly, a theory took shape, and the icy fear gripping her

she thought, then at worst, this was payback-revenge,

Citrine squeezed her eyes shut inside the rough burlap sack. However long this would last, she needed her strength, so she tried

must have dozed for half

Citrine woke again, she found herself staring up at a dazzling crystal chandelier. She jolted fully awake and

told her she was in some kind of upscale karaoke lounge.

eyes, lounging on the leather sofa. Not Theo. That

days ago at the pizza place

make of the situation, so she kept quiet,

crossing his legs as if he had all the time in the world. He clearly didn't see

of answering, Citrine shot back, "Who are you? I

couldn't help

never seen him in her previous life, never crossed his path. She was sure she'd done nothing to provoke him. So why go to all