The Jilted Heiress' Return to the High Life - Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

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As Corrine processed Leah’s theatrical display, a sharp voice pierced the air from behind.

“Corrine, what do you think you’re doing?”

The moment that voice reached her ears, Corrine understood Leah’s elaborate performance. She realized that refusing to play her part on Leah’s carefully constructed stage would be a missed opportunity.

Just as Leah was about to hit the ground, Corrine’s hand shot out, catching her arm in an iron grip.

Leah turned toward her, startled by the unexpected intervention.

Corrine leaned close, her whispered words carrying a glacial undertone that sent chills down Leah’s spine.

“If you’re going to put on a performance, make it convincing. If you’re struggling with the role, I’d be happy to assist.”

A flicker of terror crossed Leah’s face as she met Corrine’s gaze, those eyes glittering with dangerous intent.

The hospital grounds stretched before them, its landscape dotted with decorative rocks meant to enhance the natural setting. Corrine observed the scene with calculated precision, fully aware of what awaited Leah below. Without hesitation, she released her grip.

The sickening sound of impact echoed as Leah’s forehead met the unforgiving surface of a rock. An angry red welt immediately bloomed across her skin, enhancing her carefully crafted image of vulnerability.

The sequence unfolded with such swiftness that neither Leah nor Bruce had time to process what had transpired. Bruce’s voice cut through the aftermath, thick with rage.

“Corrine, do you comprehend what you’ve just done?”

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A mask of indifference settled over Corrine’s features as she shrugged.

“My apologies… it was unintentional.”

“You!” Bruce’s words faltered as he searched her impassive face for any trace of remorse.

Corrine’s eyebrow arched elegantly, her lips curving into a mocking smile.

“Don’t believe me? How interesting that Leah’s claims of accidents merit your trust, while mine do not. Perhaps I should work on my acting skills?”

Leah’s fingers gingerly explored the throbbing welt on her forehead, each touch sending waves of pain through her skull. Hatred blazed in her eyes as she glared at Corrine, her jaw clenched against the urge to retaliate.

For someone whose livelihood in entertainment depended on her appearance, this attack struck at her very foundation. Corrine’s ruthlessness had blindsided her completely.

Dismissing Leah’s venomous stare, Corrine’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Consider this friendly advice, Leah—maintain your distance in the future. Next time won’t end with just a scratch.”

Bruce stepped forward, positioning himself as a shield between the women, his eyes radiating menace at Corrine.

“You’re being irrational, Corrine!”

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