The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 654

Wade's face was dark as a thundercloud, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white. But just then, he felt a small, soft hand gently tug at his fist, prying his fingers open one by one.

He glanced down, caught off guard by the sight of his little sister's eyes looking up at him—so bright and clear, it was like staring into a sky full of stars.

She gazed at him with utter seriousness. "Big brother, do you want me to help you get your dignity back?"

Wade had no idea that the storm on his face melted away the moment he met his sister's shining eyes, leaving only an expression of helpless affection.

He couldn't help but laugh when she offered to "get his dignity back." She must be joking, he thought. Playing along, he said, "Sure. Your big brother's had a rough day. Citrine, I'll leave it to you to settle the score."

No sooner had he spoken than Citrine turned her attention to Jonah, who sat across from them, looking smug and triumphant.

A sly smile curled on her lips as she scoffed, "Jonah, you won, I'll give you that. But my brother kept his end of the bargain. Yet you still had to humiliate him. Don't you think that's a little ungracious?"

"What did you say?" Jonah's expression soured in an instant. He'd been so

absorbed in mocking Wade that he hadn't even noticed Citrine until she spoke. When he finally looked at her, a flicker of surprise flashed across his face, but he quickly looked away, feigning indifference.

because you're pretty, I'm going

his bluster. "That limited edition race car of yours? It was a birthday gift

this: let's race. Just

finished, Monica and Wade's faces

in concern. "No, Citrine, I don't agree. The Skysunder Ridge track is

not worth risking yourself for Wade's

moved back in with the Saunders family, Wade kad

Summit Circuit-she'd bailed him out of a tough spot then so he knew she could

okay with her going up

if I get humiliated a little. There's no reason for you to take on that

sister, not only would he never forgive himself, but neither family-the Carmichaels or the Saunders-would let him off

chimed in, trying to talk

worry. I've been racing for years. wouldn't take this on if I wasn't sure I

she started and

a long, silent exchange, Monica and Wade

moment. "Okay, but