The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 203

Clarence was thirty now. He'd set his sights on Innocent as his ticket back into the spotlight-one last brilliant performance, a shot at an award, and then he could bow out of the industry for good. It would be the perfect ending to his career.

Seraphina, meanwhile, was the darling of the tabloids, beloved on social media but still without a single breakout role to her name. Desperate to land the lead in Innocent, she'd swallowed her pride and done the unthinkable: spent the night with the company's CEO. If she didn't get this part, that humiliation would have been for nothing.

Now, the three of them stared expectantly at Citrine, waiting for her to give in.

Everyone assumed she'd cave-after all, Eclipse Studios practically ran Hollywood in Havencrest, and nobody wanted to cross them. But Citrine's next words caught them all off guard.

"I've already given you a chance. Don't waste your time. As of now, our contract is over." Her gaze was icy as she looked at Fowler, her tone resolute.

"Obsidian, are you sure?" Fowler pressed, his patience fraying. "You're breaking the contract. You'll have to pay the penalty."

Fowler was a respected director in the industry, and he'd tried every angle to talk her around. But Citrine showed him no deference; his genial expression was slowly giving way to something much darker.

"I'm willing to pay." Citrine met his brooding eyes, calm and unyielding.

million dollars," Fowler

"Even if it were ten million, I'd still pay," she

draining from their faces. They'd assumed Citrine, being so young, would be intimidated by Eclipse Studios' power.

to laugh—a

your contract with Eclipse,

narrowed eyes glinted with menace, the threat

Her voice dropped. "Director Fowler, you really don't have to worry about that. I'd

Citrine and Edith turned and walked away from the

changed, not for a moment-not a

behind her, nerves twisting in her stomach. She couldn't

not going

am," Citrine answered

Innocent? What do we do now?" Edith was on edge, regretting ever

a bundle of nerves, practically