The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 441

Watching the once-proud golden boy reduced to such pathetic desperation, Citrine felt a rush of satisfaction.

She leaned back, her voice carrying a hint of mockery. "Hastings, just a friendly warning-don't get any foolish ideas about your place."

After a pause, Citrine's lips curled into a wicked smile. "But if you want to be my pet? Maybe I'll consider it."

Hastings' eyes blazed red with anger. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel. "Citrine Carmichael, you've got some nerve."

He stared straight at her, searching for a flicker of mercy in that beautiful face. But her eyes were cold as ice, filled with nothing but contempt.

He couldn't understand it. Not long ago, they'd sat together, talking for hours, sharing secrets. She'd comforted him, even helped his teammates work through their nightmares. When had everything changed so completely?

The thing that infuriated him most was himself. He knew she was toying with him -yet he couldn't walk away.

Their eyes locked, Citrine's face perfectly calm.

In the end, Hastings caved.

"Fine. I'll be your dog. Is that what you want?" He spat the words, jaw clenched, hating himself for his weakness.

was cool and measured. "If you're

dead in the eyes. He had the sinking feeling he'd just stepped into

him, as if weighing his resolve. "You're really willing

"As long as you don't treat me like you did

tone almost lazy. "Right now.

froze, clearly not expecting that demand. But without hesitation, he pulled out his phone. He scrolled to his messages, then, in front of Citrine, blocked and deleted Kali. He worked through his contacts and every app, making sure she

He handed the phone to her, as if seeking

taking it. She smiled, her praise soft but

amusement in her eyes made her

orders actually softened her attitude. She wasn't

some of the tension

for words. "I did what you asked. Can you stop treating me like dirt

Citrine said nothing.

his lips

on my mood." This time, Citrine didn't

a yawn, making it clear the conversation was over. "It's late. I'm

open the car door and left without another