The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 359

Who did Amelia think she was, anyway? What right did she have to stand beside Citrine? She didn't deserve it-not even close.

Citrine was everything: talented, brilliant, almost untouchable. And Amelia? She was nothing—a nobody who needed Citrine for everything.

From the shadowy corner of the room, Alicia glared daggers at Amelia, her gaze sharp and venomous, as if she might leap forward and tear her apart at any moment.

Citrine had made a special trip to the set today, just to check on Amelia. While Amelia filmed her scenes, Citrine watched from the sidelines, her attention unwavering, her smile appearing now and then.

Alicia drank in the scene from her hiding place, watching like a rat lurking in the sewers, desperate for a glimpse of Citrine but too scared to show her face.

The role Alicia had managed to land in this production was a small one-a minor supporting part, barely any lines in the early episodes. She'd planned to leave set today, but the moment she saw Citrine, she changed her mind.

It had been a long time since she last saw her. Ever since Citrine had rescued her on the set of Siren's Whisper, Alicia couldn't stop dreaming about their childhood together.

been

it seemed Citrine's best

later, disaster

stunt, suspended high above the stage, when suddenly

rushed her

Citrine heard, she dropped everything

the doctor emerged and finally put

crew member who had accompanied Amelia. "How did this happen?

the safety cable. It just snapped," the woman answered, looking stricken. "I'm so sorry, Obsidian," she added, using Citrine's set nickname. “I promised I'd look after Amelia, but I let you

Citrine replied, confusion flickering across her

to comfort her. "You

a breath and began to retrace her steps. "Obsidian, I was in charge of checking the cables that day. I swear, I double-checked everything. There was nothing wrong with the wire. I have no idea how this

her explanation,