The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 3

That idiot Citrine just decided she didn't want it, and that was that.

Jeanette watched the scene unfold, her eyes glinting with calculation.-

"Sis, I know you're just joking. Please don't be mad at Dad. It's my fault—I'm the reason you're upset."

What a manipulative little snake. Give this girl an Oscar already.

Well, since I've been given a second chance at life, anyone who crosses me is going to pay for it.

With a cold expression, Citrine met everyone's gaze and suddenly stepped forward, landing a sharp slap across Jeanette's face.

She grabbed Jeanette by the throat, fingers tightening. "Didn't anyone ever teach you not to interrupt when someone else is speaking?"

"If you keep pissing me off, I'm not leaving."

Jeanette's face turned an ugly shade of purple, her eyes wide with panic as she struggled for breath. For the first time, real fear flickered in her eyes.

Citrine finally let go, and the whole Iverson family seemed to breathe a collective sigh of relief.

Norton and Clifford hadn't managed to protect Jeanette, and both their faces were stormy with anger.

Seeing his little sister get slapped—twice, no less—and nearly choked, Clifford was done holding back.

"Citrine, are you looking for trouble?" He swung his fist straight at Citrine's face.

As his punch came flying, Citrine sidestepped smoothly and kicked him hard in the stomach.

She didn't hold back.