Return of the Crowned Heiress (Felicia)

After being kicked out of the Fuller residence, Felicia didn't bother keeping tabs on Kayla's case.

But the incident was impossible to ignore it was all anyone in Khogend talked about. A casual scroll through the news feed revealed the latest update-Kayla had been sent to a sanatorium under the pretext of a mental health diagnosis. It was just as Felicia had expected.

The Fuller couple would never abandon Kayla, no matter what she had done. Still, the damage was irreparable. Even though Kayla was technically declared "innocent", her reputation was in shambles, and the public wanted nothing to do with her. Meanwhile, Fuller Group continued its freefall. Their shares plummeted, their market value evaporated, and their once-impervious empire teetered closer to ruin. The title of Khogend's wealthiest family was no longer theirs. Bankruptcy loomed like a dark cloud. Felicia arched a brow at the news before setting her phone aside. She had other things to do-like preparing for a meeting. That morning, Sebastian had called her three times, asking to meet at a coffee shop. She agreed, curious to see what he wanted. Since her dramatic exit from the Fuller residence, Felicia had been living at the Russell estate.

The sprawling estate was far removed from the chaos of the city, offering her a surprising sense of peace. Though the arrangement felt strange at first as she would be living under the same roof as Stephan, it turned out not to be an issue. Stephan was rarely home, and his schedule was as unpredictable as it was packed.

With him out of sight most of the time, Felicia found herself settling in comfortably, her initial awkwardness fading.

Cloud bounded up to her as she stepped outside, its tail wagging enthusiastically. It circled her twice before sitting obediently at her feet.

Felicia crouched down, scratching behind its ears with a smile. "You're looking cuter each day, aren't you, Cloud?"

The dog's fur gleamed under the sunlight, a testament to its pampered life. No longer an ordinary pup, Cloud carried itself with a proud, almost regal demeanor. Felicia was pleased with her decision to gift the dog to Stephan. Cloud was clearly thriving in its new environment, growing healthier and more vibrant by the day.

As she prepared to leave, one of Stephan's staff members approached her a young man named Kenneth Hood, who was assigned to drive her during her stay. "Ms. Fuller, please wait here. I'll bring the car around," he said politely, his tone professional.

"Thank you," Felicia replied with a nod.

Kenneth was efficient and

unobtrusive, a combination she appreciated. His quiet demeanor made the frequent drives more pleasant, and she found herself

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The Russell estate, perched on a hill, was far from the city, making it nearly impossible to call for a ride. Half an hour later, they arrived at the coffee shop where Sebastian was waiting.

Felicia spotted him immediately. He was seated at a corner table, his posture tense. She approached, pulled out a chair, and sat across from him with a faint smile. "What's this about, Sebastian?" she asked, her tone light but distant.

Sebastian winced inwardly at her choice of words. Though she stil called him "Sebastian", her demeanor was polite yet detached as if an invisible barrier had been erected between them.

The slap from Myra had severed whatever tentative connection they had managed to build, leaving them back at square one.

"Does it still hurt?" Sebastian asked, his eyes drifting to her face.

"Nope. It's fine now," Felicia responded calmly as if she had brushed off the incident entirely.

But deep down, she hadn't. Felicia was the kind of person who kept her grudges close, and the memory of that slap burned bright in her mind.

Sebastian hesitated before continuing. "Once Mom and Dad calm down, they'll bring you back home. Just bear with it for now and stay outside for a bit."

He paused, suddenly realizing something. "By the way, where are you staying? Is it a hotel?"

These past few days, he'd been living at the office, working non-stop and barely catching his breath. In the chaos, he had completely forgotten something so important. Felicia couldn't help but laugh when she heard this-talk about concern coming a little too late.

It had been two weeks since she was kicked out, and not once had anyone stopped to wonder where she might have ended up.