Reborn As A Ruthless Heiress

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ent... Like perfect,

. I know this is going to b

ng a mansion in Noah's eyes, even in the faces of the guests, and of

er and more amused until it echoes through the hall because eve

ted whisperin

nd his grip on the ring tig

k, removing my ha

e a bomb had been re

ical SpongeBob mask of disbelief. I t

you say?"

ver my face. "I say no, Noah." My voice sounds

in the crowd

been rej

s outra

s happ

mself, rising to his fee

e nervous. It's a big moment.

ted his silly speech, my voice sounding with a

murmuring and li

"Celeste," he calls in a low, warning tone, a voi

. "Who says I'm

face has turned pale. I know she doesn't ex

o everyone for the misunderstanding. But I will not be accepting t

ugh to hurt me, but enough to remi

e whispers harshly. "Think abo

ile. "Oh, I have. I've thought tho

er; he thinks I'm still that

ightly. "Celeste, we'll

; I take the box from his fingers. Then, to the abso

oor with a heavy landing, r

looking at me wi

anger and humiliation at my final a

ly. "Ending

ll regret this," he says, his voic

is soft enough for him to hea

his eyes i

ending the stage as the

d. Her face darkens with barely concealed rage.

because Dad stands beside her. "I'm

er grip. This is just the begin

for. My purse makes a soft clicking sound while I try to open it. I

he receiv

ther end. "The information you requested

"Good, I'll handle it fro

on and slide the p

nd catwalk out of

's, Noah's, Sophia's... each of them cho

m instead, and this is just the beginning. I sa

t the curb. He opens the door without a word, his expression b

my purse. The message has arrived; I suppose everything is in

ecureKeycardKeycard is in the glove box... Be

t... I

nning of the file with sharp eyes. Damien

going to take down the Harringtons, the Lancasters, a

will co

t clustered with betrayals. I exhal

Mason. "Take me

ighly recommended by their agency, and I trust him with my life, as he doesn't know who I

ity, discreet enough for privacy and luxurious enough for comfort. The kind of p

e moment I step out, the cold air bites into my

the glovebox and made my way

Damien's file continued to roll through m

ite friend, just whispers of his name in influential circles. People say he

or-to-ceiling windows, cool modern furnishings, and a subtle scent of lavender

se on the table, and e

s to fade, and the a

e: the Lancaster name, the fake affection, the hollow love. But now

gs to my chest. For a moment, the si

eminding me of what I have lost

No." The way his eyes widened, the c

ia's face was pa

ut of their hands, and no

heart isn't made

r the version of myself who ha

rl is d

er go t