The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 603

Hearing what the Carmichaels and Hilda said, Citrine felt a sudden ache in her chest-a deep, unfamiliar sting.

She remembered how she used to be: always guarded, suspicious, never willing to trust anyone completely.

But now, standing on the knife-edge between life and death, seeing so many people willing to risk everything just so she could live, Citrine realized at last- they truly loved her.

She was no longer some pitiful, unloved orphan. In this life, she had parents and family who cherished her. She had known so much love-more than she ever imagined possible.

This warmth, this belonging, was something she'd never tasted in her previous life, not even as she lay dying. To think she'd finally found it now.

Citrine stood frozen, unable to move. Talbot's patience was wearing thin; he frowned irritably and called out in a warning tone, "Citrine Carmichael, you know who these men in camouflage are, don't you? They're mercenaries I hired from overseas. You've seen what they're capable of."

He gestured sharply toward the building across the street. "Take a look."

Citrine followed his gaze, her heart sinking as she understood.

Talbot gave a chilling smile. "I have snipers stationed over there. If you try anything, all it takes is a twitch of their finger and you'll have a bullet in your skull."

her. "Self-preservation is human nature. Look, none

alive." His voice was low, coaxing, as if tempting her to reach for

down to it, anyone will do whatever it takes to survive-even if it means turning a gun on

he believed, was the core of

on a lifetime of manipulating people, was

at the building across the street. Her instincts were razor-sharp; she'd already pinpointed the

counting down

His tone turned threatening. "Citrine Carmichael, if you don't

panicked. All sense of propriety vanished as she

you-shoot!"

He urged her on, "Citrine, pull

do it. I'm not afraid to die. Even if I'm gone, I'll watch over you, like I

"Don't be afraid, Citrine. None of us will blame you.

"Citrine, I'm sorry. I should have protected you. Go ahead and shoot, sis. I'm not afraid

eyes as she tightened

to speak, Theo Glenwood, unable to stay