The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think novel Chapter 174

Chapter 174 The Sting Of Humiliation

The onlookers were completely stunned.

Wilbur wasn’t proposing to Nadia, but to

ren?

In Baimsa, everyone knew that Wilbur and Nadia were considered a match made in heaven, while Marèn had long been labeled as the family’s greatest disappointment.

“Have you completely lost your mind?” With a stunned look, Maren fixed her eyes on Wilbur.

“May, just hear me out. I admit–I underestimated you terribly before. Now I see clearly what a fool I’ve been. Please forgive me. I swear, I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Look, I’ve even arranged reporters to capture this special moment for us!”

Wilbur poured out his rehearsed lines, dramatically revealing a dazzling ring from his pocket.

“May, make me the happiest man alive!” He reached eagerly for her hand, aiming to slide the ring onto her

finger.

“So romantic! Wilbur is too dreamy!”

“Why does Maren get this fairytale proposal? I’m so jealous I could cry!”

“Life’s unfair–what makes Maren worthy?”

“Maren, hands off our Wilbur!”

Girls in the audience grew teary–eyed, while comments in the livestream overflowed with envy, excitement, and exaggerated blessings.

Their reactions inflated Wilbur’s ego even more. He firmly believed no woman alive could resist a grand romantic gesture from him.

“Maren, why are you hesitating? Say yes already! Can’t you see how devoted Wilbur is, kneeling like that?”

The crowd began urging her sympathetically.

People joked that Maren must’ve done something amazing in a past life to end up this lucky now.

Nearly everyone, including Nadia, who was watching from the second–floor balcony, assumed Maren would say

yes.

One back home, she had quietly slipped into Maren’s room, hoping to find something she could use.

Instead, she ended up watching Wilbur propose to Maren.

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The moment crushed Nadia, flooding her with humiliation.

“Maren…”

Nadia repeated her sister’s name bitterly, each syllable fueling her hatred further.

She refused to lose to Maren.

Fingers pressed against the cold glass window, Nadia stared down with burning resentment, wishing she could

tear Maren apart.

Outside, just as Wilbur tried to slip the ring onto her finger, Maren stepped back in visible disgust.

“May, what’s wrong?” Wilbur felt panic rising in his chest.

“You don’t interest me at all, Wilbur. Stay away from me.” Without wasting another breath, Maren turned

around to the villa.

“May, please don’t leave!” Wilbur hurried after her, nearly stumbling.

Everyone watching stood frozen in disbelief.

Did that really just happen?

People remembered Maren as the one who had once chased after Wilbur relentlessly.

Now it seemed their roles had reversed completely.

“Don’t do this, May! I swear I’ve learned my lesson! Our engagement was arranged by our families–it’s not something you can just cancel like this. Give me another chance, and I promise to cherish you!” Wilbur called out, realizing Maren wasn’t about to entertain him.

“Our engagement is over–I’ve made that clear more than once. I’m going to take back the shares your family owes me. That’s all we are now, a creditor and a debtor,” Maren replied coldly without even looking back.

“One day, you’re going to regret this, just like I do. You should hold on to what you have before it’s gone!”

Wilbur shouted.

“Keep your regretful speech for yourself.” Maren found him disgusting,

“If that’s what it takes to earn your forgiveness, then I’ll stay right here on my knees.”

“Be my guest.” Maren stepped into the living room and shut the door behind her.

Left standing outside, Wilbur struggled to take it all in. He never thought Maren could be this cold.

“Who does she think she is? Acting all high and mighty after being proposed to by Wilbur!”

“Right? The fact that he even likes her is already a massive compliment!”

Wilbur’s devoted fans grew furious.

“You’re really planning to kneel out here like this, Wilbur?” someone asked, clearly stunned.

Wilbur immediately regretted making such a rash declaration.

He was the heir to the Thorpe family. Getting turned down by a woman was already hard to swallow, but

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kneeling at her door like some desperate beggar? He’d only said it to sway her.

Nervously eyeing the cameras streaming the scene, Wilbur clenched his jaw, pushed down his pride, and slowly dropped to his knees.

Instantly, the livestream exploded with excitement.

“Handsome, rich, and so devoted–he’s like a prince from a novel! Maren has no idea what she’s missing!”

Girls watching online and in person swooned, showering him with praise.

Their admiration gave Wilbur a fleeting sense of satisfaction, cushioning the sting of humiliation.

He held on to the belief that even the faintest trace of affection from Maren would be enough to stir something

in her heart.

To him, a woman didn’t stand a chance against a man who wore his heart on his sleeve. After all, he used to be

the one she loved more than anyone.

If his gamble paid off, the Thorpe family wouldn’t just avoid surrendering the

There was a real chance

they could take control of everything the Morgan family had built. And more than that, he could have Maren

back.

There was a time when he saw her as nothing more than dead weight. But his opinion

completely.

of her had changed

The Crazybulls and the Slayers–two of Baimsa’s most dangerous gángs–were already gone. Now, both the

Onyx and the Angels of Death followed Maren’s lead. In other words, whoever had her on their side held power

over half the city.

“Just hold on. You’ve got to hold on,” he muttered to himself over and over.

Wilbur, once full of pride, hadn’t been kneeling long before pain crept into his legs. But each time he looked up at the second–floor window where Maren might be, he pressed himself harder into the ground.

Ten minutes went by.

Then twenty.

Then thirty.

Before long, a full hour had dragged on.

People didn’t have the patience to watch a man on his knees. Except for the reporters he had paid to stream

the entire thing, the rest of the crowd trickled away.

His face sank into a deep scowl. That one hour nearly broke him.

Trying to shift the weight off his legs brought no relief. Every tiny motion sent pain shooting up, forcing him to grind his teeth.

twitch. Not even a

When his eyes went back to Máren’s window, there was nothing. No shadow. No flicker of movement. Wilbur–began to fear she had gone to sleep without ever looking his way

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