The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 462

Chapter 462:

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“Corrine, there is no escaping tonight. Consider it a favor from our former friendship—I arranged for some very experienced men to ensure your humiliation is unforgettable.”

With that, she grabbed Corrine’s arm, yanking her toward a waiting room.

“Do not touch me!” Corrine struggled feebly, her movements sluggish, as though she had lost all strength.

Rita let out a derisive chuckle, her grip tightening, nails biting into Corrine’s skin.

“Let you go? Do you know how long I have waited for this moment?” Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper.

“Those men are already waiting, eager and restless. The cameras are set. The only thing missing is you—the star of tonight’s entertainment.”

A shudder ran through Corrine, not from fear, but from the sheer audacity of Rita’s depravity.

She had always known Rita was a spoiled heiress, indulged and arrogant, but she had underestimated just how deep her malice ran.

“Rita, do you realize what you’re doing is a crime?” Corrine’s voice was soft, yet laced with an undeniable edge.

Rita let out an amused scoff.

“A crime? Who’s going to prove it? Let me enlighten you—tonight, the surveillance system is conveniently undergoing maintenance. No cameras, no witnesses. Just you and me. Even if you cry foul later, who will believe a word you say?”

She dragged Corrine forward, stopping at a room door. With a flick of her wrist, she slid a key card into the lock. A soft beep confirmed its access.

ga𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀.k𝗈n – 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝓬𝗼𝗽𝓎 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒

“Gentlemen,” she called out, her voice thick with anticipation, “let the spectacle begin.”

She shoved Corrine toward the doorway. But in that very instant, before she could blink—Corrine’s hand shot out like a vice, gripping her wrist with unyielding force.

Rita’s breath hitched. A cold wave of dread crashed over her. Slowly, her gaze lifted—only to be met with Corrine’s piercing stare.

“You… You…” Rita’s voice faltered, her pupils shrinking with shock.

This was wrong. All of it was wrong.

She had seen Corrine drink the champagne with her own eyes. Corrine should have been writhing in helpless desire by now, completely at the mercy of the drug. So why… why did she look completely unaffected?

A chilling, mirthless chuckle slipped past Corrine’s lips. It was sharp and deliberate.

“Because I never drank that champagne,” she murmured, her voice laced with quiet ruthlessness.

“It was all an act… for you.”

Corrine enunciated each word with deliberate precision. Her light tone carried no discernible emotion, yet it sent a slow, creeping frost through Rita’s veins. A chill slithered up from her feet, coiling around her like a viper, tightening its grip until she shuddered uncontrollably.

“Corrine, you—”

Before Rita could finish, Corrine shoved her into the room, slamming the door shut in one swift, decisive motion.

The abruptness of it stole Rita’s breath.

“Corrine, open the door now!” She pounded on the wood, her fists striking with frantic urgency as she twisted the doorknob, but it refused to budge.

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