The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 631

That dream had haunted him countless times-those tender moments with Citrine, the closeness they once shared.

He remembered it all so vividly: how they met, how they slowly got to know each other, how love took root and grew. Ten years together, from her eighteenth birthday until she turned twenty-eight. A whole decade of memories, all starting with a reckless bet.

It was her eighteenth birthday—a grand affair thrown by the Iversons, and Jeanette, the younger Iverson daughter, had spared no effort to look her best. She was at the center of it all, basking in the adoration of friends and family, her face glowing with happiness.

But then, the eldest Iverson daughter entered the room, and in that instant, all eyes shifted. Just by standing there, Citrine stole the spotlight from Jeanette, making the birthday girl look utterly ordinary.

Theo and his friends couldn't help but stare at Citrine.

"Wow, the Iversons' eldest is stunning," one of them whispered, unable to hide his awe. “She makes the younger one look like a backyard sparrow."

"Honestly, next to her, Jeanette just fades into the background," another chimed in.

"I rarely see the older Iverson girl at these parties," a third mused. "Jeanette's always the one attending events with Mr. Iverson."

"Don't you know?" someone added in a lower voice. "She may have the looks, but the word is she's a real piece of work. She's adopted, too."

ruthless. She's always been jealous of Jeanette-the real Iverson heiress-and bullied her

femme fatale,"

fatale..." He found himself watching Citrine a little longer, unable to deny the effect her

"Theo, don't tell

would answer. With a crooked smile, he shrugged. "Wouldn't be the worst thing to keep

Iversons never fully accepted, not someone who'd ever be welcomed into

nose up at everyone. A few guys from our

a new idea. "How about we make

to fall for you, I'll give you a bigger cut

Iversons' eldest, standing apart

Winning over a girl like

up and, in full view of

met, Theo actually felt his

I have the next dance?" he asked, holding her gaze, confident she would

look. Without a word, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing awkwardly in

worse than any "no," and