The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Chapter 707: Clarissa barely had tto register the shift before she blurted, "No, that's all—" The line went dead.

She stared at the phone, the sharp beep of disconnection drilling into her ears. Her fingers curled around the device, knuckles whitening.

From the moment she had stepped into the Holland family hand first laid eyes on Corrine, she had known- this was never meant to be a bond of sisterhood. They were rivals, destined from the start.

And when Corrine had been cast out of the family, stripped of her place and title, Clarissa had felt nothing but relief.

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With Corrine gone, she alone could claim the position of the Holland family's legitimate heiress. No longer a shadowed, unwanted secret. No longer forced to care what others whispered behind her back. But now, with Dewey pushing for Corrine's return, she couldn't shake off the alarm bells ringing in her mind. She knew her father well from a young age.

Dewey Holland was a man who measured worth in power, not sentiment. Family meant nothing if it wasn't useful. And defying him? That was a gwith no rewards.

And so, Clarissa had no choice but to obey.

Taking a steadying breath, she schooled her expression and stepped into the living room.

"Dad, Corrine hung up. She said... she said..." "What did she say?" Dewey, reclining in his chair, flicked the ash from his cigarette into the ashtray without sparing her a glance.

New updates in glovesClarissa swallowed and then pressed her lips together.

"She said she doesn't know us well." The words settled like dust in the cavernous silence of the room.

The air thickened, pressing down on her lungs.

Then-Dewey chuckled. A low, humorless sound.

"Still as stubborn as ever." His deep voice carried an unsettling chill, sharp as a blade's edge, sending an icy shiver creeping down Clarissa's spine.

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She watched his expression, searching for cracks in that unreadable mask. Carefully, she ventured, "Corrine hasn't forgotten what happened. She probably won't forgive us. She won't cback to this family." Back then, Corrine had shoved Nicola down the stairs, a single act that had cost Dewey the son he had longed for. In his rage, he had very nearly ended Corrine himself.

But logic had stilled his hand.

and Instead, he had settled for something just as cruel. He had dragged her out into the freezing night, stripped down to nothing but a thin nightgown, cast her out of the Holland estate like discarded trash. The snow had been relentless that night, the cold biting and merciless. If she had died, so be it. It would have been fate's hand delivering justice, and his son's spirit would have its retribution. If she had survived... it would only mean fate wasn't finished with her yet.

What he hadn't expected was the Ford family appearing out of O M nowhere whisking Corrine away without so much as a word.

Dewey had chosen the simplest way out-declaring that if Corrine left, then she would no longer have she would ad N anything to do with the Holland family and would cease to exist as his daughter.

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