The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress

Chapter 822

Magnolia Psychiatric Hospital.

Aline thrashed and screamed, pinned to the bed by a group of orderlies as the electric shock hit her. The chains bit so deep into her wrists and ankles that her skin broke and bled. Soon, her cries faded and she lost consciousness.

The staff glanced at her limp body with a look of unmasked disgust.

"Finally, some peace and quiet."

"Honestly, this woman is a fool. If she managed to escape from a hellhole like Mirage Cay, she should've just kept her head down and lived quietly. But no, she had to go and mess with the royal family. Did she really think she was good enough for them? She pissed off the wife, and here she is, locked in the psych ward."

Not long ago, after Citrine led a raid on Mirage Cay and took down the whole operation, Aline seized her chance and escaped.

But freedom didn't bring her a better life. She scraped by for over a month, penniless and desperate. Just as she was about to give up, she crossed paths with a wealthy man-he mistook her for a beggar and handed her a wad of cash. That moment sparked an idea.

For days, Aline schemed to get closer to him. She landed a job as a hotel maid, and with access to his room, she drugged his drink and slipped into his bed.

But the man turned out to be not just rich, but royal-and married on top

the man wanted nothing to do with her, openly expressing his disgust. His wife, furious, used

the whereabouts of Aline

died of exhaustion in Africa. When Citrine learned

clung to the hope that her daughter would someday rescue her from that wretched

Aline finally

thought she'd feel a sense of satisfaction when that mother

stir any emotion in her

into donating blood for Kali came back for revenge. Among

for days, they finally got their chance: someone threw

Citrine's face remained impassive.

seemed to have faded, soothed by the love she'd found

and family who loved her, and Sebastian, the man she cared for. Everything in her life was moving steadily