The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

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Chapter 715: "Bitch!" A furious curse rang out, immediately followed by the sharp crash of porcelain shattering against the floor.

The situation had spiraled out of control so abruptly that, despite Leah's relentless efforts to suppress the scandalous posts, they continued to multiply like weeds after a storm-unyielding and impossible to wipe out completely.

Years in the entertainment industry had honed Leah's instincts; this wasn't just bad luck-it was a deliberate attack. Someone had set their sights on her.

Standing at the doorway, Sonia observed Leah, who was on the verge of a breakdown, and let out a quiet sigh. At such a volatile moment, trying to talk sense into her was like whispering into a hurricane-pointless. It was best to let her unleash her fury until exhaustion dulled the edges of her rage.

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For nearly an hour, the room was filled with the relentless sounds of crashing objects and breaking glass. Then, at last, Leah, breathing heavily, collapsed onto the sofa, her hair in wild disarray, her striking eyes smoldering with resentment.

Sonia surveyed the wreckage around them before subtly signaling a maid. Catching the unspoken command, the maid stepped forward and began cleaning up the mess.

"Now that you've vented, it's tto regain your composure," Sonia said evenly, her tone calm but firm.

"You need to ensure that Luna doesn't stray from her original statement. You know exactly what will happen if she does." Leah lifted her head and cast Sonia a cold, sardonic smile.

"Unless Luna wants to gamble with her brother's life." Her assistant, Luna Potter, had fought tooth and nail to escape her humble beginnings, clawing her way up from nothing. No matter how much Luna had struggled to carve out a new life, there was one thing she could never rewrite the family she was born into. A family where sons were prized like rare jewels, while daughters were treated as little more than burdens.

To them, she was nothing more than a walking wallet, a lifeline they clung to with shameless desperation. And no matter how much she gave, it was never enough.

Her brother's latest blunder had been his worst yet. A night out with his equally irresponsible friends had ended with him losing everything-house, car, every last possession of value. And as always, the family turned to Luna, demanding she clean up his mess.

The confrontation had been inevitable and brutal. Words had been exchanged, accusations flung. But when Luna refused to be their safetyonce again, her brother, blinded by fury, had stormed out, climbed into a car, and driven off. Fate, however, had a cruel sense of irony. The very recklessness that had ruined him finally caught up —an accident, a coma, and a hospital bill that could crush anyone under its weight. And now, his survival hung by a thread. A thread that Leah held firmly in her grasp.

If Luna dared to defy her, Leah would sever it without a second thought.

At this, Sonia exhaled, a weight lifting from her shoulders.

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"Then there's nothing to worry about." A thought flickered across her mind, and after a brief hesitation, she asked, “And about the press conference tomorrow...?" "Don't worry." Leah didn't even blink. She reached into a drawer, retrieved a slim box of women's cigarettes, and lit one with practiced ease. As she took a slow drag, the glow of the ember reflected in her cool, calculating eyes. "Everything is under my control." The faint trail of smoke drifted through the air, prompting Sonia to cross the room and push open the window.

"Get srest." Leah exhaled another stream of smoke, a slight smile playing at her lips.

"Alright." Corrine's phone buzzed with a message from Jules. She read it briefly before rising to her feet. At that moment, the door opened, and Nate stepped in.

"Drink this," he said, setting a cup of warm milk in front of her. Corrinen took it but left it untouched, placing it En on the nearby table instead. "I need to step out for a bit."

"It's late. Where exactly are you going?" Nate asked, his eyes tracking her movements as she imped toward the wardrobe. His tone was casual, but there was an undercurrent of curiosity. He followed at an easy pace, watching as she selected fresh clothes. As she began to change, he politely turned away.

But the dressing mirror across the room was a traitor. Its reflection captured every detail her delicate frame, the graceful curve of her back, the smooth expanse of her skin. The gentle rustle of fabric only heightened the tension in the air. Nate's throat tightened. His Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his dark eyes deepened, the flicker of something primal awakening within them.

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