The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 441

Watching the once-proud golden boy reduced to such pathetic desperation, Citrine felt a rush of satisfaction.

She leaned back, her voice carrying a hint of mockery. “Hastings, just a friendly warning—don’t get any foolish ideas about your place.”

After a pause, Citrine’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “But if you want to be my pet? Maybe I’ll consider it.”

Hastings’ eyes blazed red with anger. He slammed his fist against the steering wheel. “Citrine Carmichael, you’ve got some nerve.”

He stared straight at her, searching for a flicker of mercy in that beautiful face. But her eyes were cold as ice, filled with nothing but contempt.

He couldn’t understand it. Not long ago, they’d sat together, talking for hours, sharing secrets. She’d comforted him, even helped his teammates work through their nightmares. When had everything changed so completely?

The thing that infuriated him most was himself. He knew she was toying with him—yet he couldn’t walk away.

Their eyes locked, Citrine’s face perfectly calm.

In the end, Hastings caved.

“Fine. I’ll be your dog. Is that what you want?” He spat the words, jaw clenched, hating himself for his weakness.

Citrine didn’t even look surprised. Her voice was cool and measured. “If you’re my dog, you do as I say.”

“What do you want from me?” Hastings pressed his lips together, looking her dead in the eyes. He had the sinking feeling he’d just stepped into a trap, but he didn’t want to escape.

Citrine looked at him, as if weighing his resolve. “You’re really willing to do anything I say?”

He nodded, a flicker of hope darting through his eyes. “As long as you don’t treat me like you did before.”

She lowered her gaze, her tone almost lazy. “Right now. Delete every way you have of contacting Kali.”

Hastings froze, clearly not expecting that demand. But without hesitation, he pulled out his phone. He scrolled to his messages, then, in front of Citrine, blocked and deleted Kali. He worked through his contacts and every app, making sure she was gone.

“Done.” He handed the phone to her, as if seeking approval.