The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 172

Raymond watched helplessly as young Citrine was battered and bloodied by the group. His heart ached so fiercely it felt as if someone was squeezing it in their fist. For a split second, he almost wished she'd just go along with them-if only she'd cooperate, maybe they'd stop beating her.

But his daughter was born with a fiery heart and an unbreakable spirit. Citrine refused to bow, no matter what. She would never cross the line into breaking the law.

When the island's leader realized Citrine was too stubborn and feared she might be killed-leaving no one to write code for him—he eventually called off the beatings.

A few days later, Citrine was moved into a cramped dorm room designed for four. Inside were four men and one woman; with Citrine, a child, they made five.

No one cut Citrine any slack because of her age. In fact, they seemed to resent her all the more.

That night, Citrine tried to climb up to the empty top bunk, seeking a little peace. The moment she set foot on the ladder, a powerful kick sent her tumbling hard across the slick floor.

looked up and saw her attacker—a middle-aged man

me?" Citrine demanded, limping to

keep my stuff." He scowled, tossing his belongings up onto the bunk for

bed was assigned to me," Citrine insisted, still not understanding the cruel pecking

the rules." With that, he slapped her hard across the face, then

She thrashed and struggled desperately under the water, but her strength faded. Only

other four in the room watched, faces blank,

next morning, shaken by her helplessness. That night, she gave up on the bunk

his eyes off her. After washing his feet, he dumped the dirty

silence, afraid to say

she spent the night crouched in a cold corner. After two days, she'd pieced together who

man who'd held her under was named Sellers-a doctor, brilliant in medicine and pharmaceuticals, invaluable