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."

our darling, our princess. You? You're just a stray with no one to care about you. You're not even fit to shine her shoes. If you make

them in disbelief. "Is this all because of

right," Hastings replied without

stammered, “But I haven't

her face, shouting, "You nearly killed Kali, and you act like you're blameless? How can you be so

teach you a lesson right now." To vent his frustration, he kicked

stood frozen,

from the other day, when Kali needed a blood transfusion and she'd arrived a little late-which had

all over that... It was beyond

own free will. That's not my duty. So I was late-how does that give you the

her

indifferent. "So what? Kali's

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

"You're here for one reason: to give Kali blood. You'll keep