The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 389

Wade ignored Travis, his gaze pinned intently on Citrine. His voice was oddly earnest, “Sis, I really am your brother.”

The resemblance was uncanny. Her face was almost a perfect copy of their aunt’s—there was no mistaking it. She was absolutely their aunt’s child.

Wade stared at Citrine, unable to hide his excitement. “Come home with me. The family will be over the moon to know you’re alive.”

Travis’s scowl deepened, and as soon as he heard Wade’s words, he lost his cool. “Go home? Are you out of your mind?”

He jabbed a finger at Wade, bristling with anger. “Listen, Citrine is my sister. If you even think about messing with her, I swear, you’ll answer to me.”

He’d barely settled into his place as Citrine’s real brother after those two fake foster brothers finally left, and now, out of nowhere, this lunatic pops up claiming to be her sibling. Just his luck.

Just as it looked like a fight was about to break out, the event host, worried things would get out of hand, quickly stepped in with a placating tone.

“Gentlemen, there’s a huge audience here today. If there are any misunderstandings, perhaps you can settle them after the competition. Now’s really not the time.”

Realizing this wasn’t the moment to start trouble, Wade pressed his lips together and forced himself to back off.

“You just wait.” He shot Travis a murderous glare before stalking off to join his own team at the competition area.

Meanwhile, Citrine and Travis took their seats with the rest of their group.

Neither of them took Wade’s claims seriously. To them, he was just some random nutcase spouting nonsense.

Everyone in Crestwood knew about the Saunders family’s lost princess. She wasn’t just the family’s soft spot—she was a living taboo, a name people had learned to never utter.

A few years ago, at a high-society party, some rich kid with more money than sense made a crack about the lost Saunders girl, saying, “Come on, after all these years, she’s got to be dead by now.” Somehow, that remark got back to Hilda. The very next day, the boy’s family business went bankrupt, and they skipped town overnight. No one’s seen them since.

There were other stories, too. At a private gathering once, someone merely mentioned the Saunders family’s missing girl in passing, and the next day he wound up with a broken leg.

It was the same at C. Corp—any employee caught whispering about the lost Saunders daughter would be lucky to just resign quietly. Others faced disasters—from ruined families to sudden “accidents.”

After all that, for years, no one in Crestwood dared speak the Saunders family princess’s name again.