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By: Miss Lyra
CP: Citrine Iverson and Sawyer Iverson
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The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 1:
Citrine had often wondered: if she could return to being three years old, would she ever have called Sawyer Iverson "Dad"?
More than once, she'd fantasized about giving back the life he'd given her—she just never thought she'd actually get the chance.
But she did die, truly and utterly, at the bright young age of twenty-eight.
So when she opened her eyes again, it was a shock to find herself back at seventeen.
Back then, she'd only been home from abroad for six months.
Havencrest General Hospital.
A girl in a faded black jacket and jeans knelt alone beside a hospital bed. Her stubborn little face was pale as chalk, but her tightly clenched fists betrayed the storm inside her.
"Citrine Iverson, apologize." Sawyer's voice was cold and hard as steel.
Just moments ago, Citrine had gotten into a fight with Jeanette Iverson. Jeanette had fallen down the stairs, and the security footage showed Citrine pushing her.
No one believed her innocence.
"It wasn't me." Citrine slowly lifted her head, her words echoing what she'd said in her last life.
Facing the father she hadn't seen in years, there was not a hint of warmth in her voice. She sounded as if she were speaking to a stranger.
Before her words had even faded, Sawyer's hand came down hard across her face.
Her head snapped to the side, and bright blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.
He hadn't held back.
"Lies—nothing but lies. Even now, you refuse to admit it. How could I have a daughter like you?" Sawyer's voice shook with disappointment and disgust.
Citrine met his gaze and finally saw the cold contempt in his eyes.
If Sawyer were a judge, she'd already be sentenced to death.
Suddenly, she let out a bitter laugh. "Lucky I'm not your real daughter, or you'd really have something to be ashamed of."
"What did you say?" Sawyer raised his hand again, but this time, it hovered in the air, uncertain.
Citrine stared him down, her eyes cool and steady. "Don't expect an apology. And if you keep pushing, I might just take the blame and be done with it."
The Iverson family had killed any love she'd ever had for them long ago.
Sawyer was momentarily stunned.
"What's gotten into you?" He looked at Citrine as if she were a stranger. "I sent you abroad for years, and you come back even more arrogant and difficult than before."
She'd been an angel as a child. But ever since she returned from overseas, everything about her had changed.
She constantly clashed with her sister, always fighting for attention. She'd become sharp, selfish, prickly—impossible to reach.
In the past six months, Sawyer's disappointment had only deepened.
Citrine met her father's scolding glare and, in that moment, finally understood: Jeanette was his real daughter. She never had been.
Across the room, the atmosphere around the hospital bed was completely different—warm, bustling, filled with people.
Jeanette was the center of attention, surrounded by loved ones, basking in their concern and affection. She only had to stand there, and everyone adored her.
How ridiculous.
Citrine had died without ever knowing what that kind of love felt like.
She stood up from the bedside, brushing invisible dust from her knees with a frown.
"No need to interrupt your family's little drama. I'll take my leave." Citrine cast a cold glance at the crowd, then turned and walked out without looking back.
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In her previous life, she had never once known a shred of love from the Iverson family. In the end, they were the ones who killed her.
She'd already paid for her life—with her life, to the Iversons.
She didn't owe them a thing anymore.
"Stop right there."
The man's voice was icy, every word carrying the weight and command of someone used to being obeyed.
Citrine glanced back at her so-called big brother, Norton Iverson.
"Out of my way!"
"That's how you talk to your brother?" Norton's gaze turned frosty. He stormed forward, grabbing Citrine's wrist in a tight grip, as if he couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth.
Sure, his little sister had always been scheming, but she'd never dared to talk back before.
Brother? He actually thought he deserved the title?
The hypocrisy made Citrine's skin crawl. Disgust flickered across her eyes.
"Let go. You're filthy." She jerked her arm free with such force that it was as if she'd just touched something disgusting.
Norton hadn't expected her to be so strong—he almost lost his balance. Rage flared across his face. "Citrine, what's gotten into you?"
"You pushed Jeanette down the stairs and nearly killed her. Is it really so hard to admit you were wrong? Is this how a real sister behaves? How can you be so cruel?"
Nearly killed Jeanette?
That's what they called "almost dying"?
By that measure, Citrine figured she'd have died a thousand times already.
Norton was still the same as ever—playing the part of the fair, caring brother, but his heart had always been with Jeanette.
Citrine glanced at Jeanette, who was lying in the hospital bed surrounded by doting relatives and friends. It was almost laughable. "Are you blind? Does she look sick to you?"
"I really can't tell—are her acting skills just that good, or are all of you just that stupid?"
Jeanette's cheeks were rosy; she was the center of attention, chatting and snacking, her injured arm already healed.
Meanwhile, Citrine's own face was pale, drained of all color—she was the one who looked ill.
Clifford Iverson's jaw tightened as he glared at Citrine with a look of pure contempt, veins standing out on his forehead. "Citrine, you're pushing your luck. How dare you talk about Jeanette like that?"
"If it weren't for you, Jeanette never would've gotten hurt!"
He clenched his fists, eyes darkening with anger. "She's always been kind to you—never once done you harm. You're just jealous. You've always hated her for no reason."
The way he looked at her, you'd think Citrine was some kind of monster.
She didn't doubt for a second that, if Jeanette weren't here, Clifford would've hit her already.
That violent brute—he was only holding back to avoid frightening his precious sister.
Citrine let out a cold laugh. Of all the Iversons, Clifford was the one she despised most. "And what are you supposed to be? What are any of you? You call this malice?"
She strode up to the hospital bed before anyone could react and, without warning, slapped Jeanette across the face.
Her voice dripped with mockery. "There. That's what real malice looks like."
The slap felt good. For the first time in ages, she felt a little lighter inside.
Before Jeanette, the so-called real daughter, had come back, Norton and Clifford had both been adopted by Sawyer. Back then, they'd doted on Citrine as their beloved little sister. But in the end, they'd each driven a knife into her heart. To her, they were all abusers.
Citrine moved so quickly that no one had time to stop her.
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