The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 422

Hastings stared coldly at Citrine, then slapped her twice, sharp and dismissive. "I'm warning you don't make Kali upset again. Next time, you won't get off this easy."

Citrine was still in the dark about what had happened the night before. She looked at the two of them, bewildered. Not long ago, they'd been falling over themselves to be kind to her, calling her "sis" and treating her like family. Now, in the blink of an eye, their warmth had turned to ice.

Before she could speak, Hastings hurled a stack of photographs at her. The pictures scattered in a messy flurry across the floor. As Citrine bent to pick them up, her face drained of color.

Every photo was of her.

She saw herself, disheveled, skin exposed, her clothes slipping off her shoulders. In a few of the shots, a powerful, masculine arm was wrapped tightly around her chest—a man's arm, unmistakably.

Suddenly, Citrine understood what Quentin had meant by "the real deal."

"How could you do this?" Her hand trembled as she gripped the photos, her face ashen.

Quentin just laughed, utterly unfazed. "That's what you get for crossing our princess Kali."

Citrine. Kali is our darling, our princess. You? You're just a stray with no one to care about you.

looked at them in disbelief. "Is this all

right," Hastings

I haven't

jabbed a finger at her face, shouting, "You nearly killed Kali, and you

just thinking about it. "If I wasn't a man, I'd teach you a lesson right

stood frozen, her mind

her memory for anything that might explain this. Aside from the other day, when Kali needed a

all over that... It was beyond

anger flared. "I gave her my blood of my own free will. That's not my duty. So I was late-how does that give you the right to treat me

her

indifferent. "So what?

you volunteered or not. You almost delayed Kali's transfusion. For that alone,

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