The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 549

Chapter 549:

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To protect them, Natasha had stepped forward, willing to endure his wrath alone. Corrine had watched, frozen in place, something dark and furious surging inside her. Then, she had snapped. Her fingers closed around a cold metal rod nearby, and before she could second-guess herself, she swung it.

The impact cracked through the air as Bryan collapsed, blood trickling from the back of his skull. She had been in fights before. But this—this was different. Karina and Jolene had been just as shaken, their faces pale in the dim light.

Then Alina appeared. Without hesitation, she took charge.

“Go,” she urged, pushing them toward the door.

Within hours, she had walked into the police station and confessed to the crime, her voice steady, unwavering.

The investigation uncovered no evidence except for her fingerprints. That was when Corrine realized—Alina had planned for this. She had been prepared to take the fall.

Guilt gnawed at Corrine, but she refused to let Alina shoulder the consequences alone. She had turned to Waldo, pleaded for his help. In the end, he had secured the best possible outcome for Alina. They had buried the incident deep, ensuring not a whisper of it reached beyond their small circle.

But now, because of Clarissa’s interference, Natasha and Alina were forced to reopen wounds that should have remained sealed.

Memories—they were the cruelest things.

The body might forget pain, but the mind never did.

Lαtєѕt chαptєrs in ɢɑlnovels.𝚌𝑜𝑚

What was meant to be a fresh start in Lyhaton had instead become a life lived under scrutiny, their past refusing to stay buried.

“Leave the rest to me. From now on, you and Natasha only need to focus on living well here.”

Alina’s gaze softened as she looked toward the glowing apartment buildings in the distance.

“Yes. We must live well.”

“It’s getting late,” Corrine said gently.

“You should all get some rest.”

“Take care on your way back.”

At Celtis Estate…

Steam still clung to Corrine’s skin as she stepped out of the bathroom, toweling her damp hair.

Nate sat on the bed, effortlessly relaxed, dressed in loose loungewear.

The top few buttons of his shirt were undone, exposing the sharp lines of his collarbones and the faint movement of his Adam’s apple as he swallowed.

The cold, reserved demeanor he carried during the day had softened into something else—something raw, untamed.

Corrine finished drying her hair and walked toward the bed.

“It’s late,” she said matter-of-factly.

In other words—it was time for him to leave.

But Nate merely raised an eyebrow, a slow smirk tugging at his lips. Without a word, he reached for her, pulling her into his arms. In one smooth motion, he turned her over, pressing her against the plush mattress as the warmth of the covers settled around them as a quiet warmth enveloped them both. His voice was a low whisper, deep and magnetic.

“We will sleep together.”

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