The Second Life of a Discarded Heiress novel Chapter 357

Ever since *Innocent* became a runaway hit, Amelia had skyrocketed to the ranks of A-list actresses—her debut was nothing short of a peak.

Some entertainment blogs claimed *Innocent* would be both her beginning and her end. After all, an actor’s time in the spotlight is fleeting, and most will never come across a script as good as *Innocent* in their entire careers.

The same was said for the author. Just because a writer had one sensational novel didn’t mean every book would catch fire. A masterpiece like *Innocent* was lightning in a bottle—even the same author would struggle to replicate that magic twice.

And yet, just as the buzz was fading, Obsidian released another novel—this time dropping the entire story online at once.

After *Innocent*’s wild success, Obsidian’s fanbase had swelled by millions. So, when her new book appeared, it instantly made waves. In less than a month, *Ephemeral Elegance* shot to the top of the site’s charts, outpacing even the heat of *Innocent*.

CICI Media Co. snapped up the rights. Before production dates were even set, they announced online that Amelia would be cast as the female lead, with the male lead still undecided.

Citrine never told Amelia about the decision. Amelia only found out when she saw the company’s official statement—she’d been hand-picked for the role.

As soon as she saw the news, she called Citrine.

“Citrine, was it you who gave me the lead?” Amelia’s voice trembled with excitement.

“So? Another role lined up for you. Happy?” Citrine’s voice on the other end was warm, laced with gentle affection.

Amelia was overwhelmed. “Citrine, you’re just too good to me. Aren’t you worried I’ll mess up and tarnish your reputation?” Her voice grew smaller with every word.

She knew she had no powerful family or industry connections. Without Citrine paving the way, she’d never have made it this far. And maybe because of that, she always worried about letting Citrine down—Citrine, who was so accomplished, so brilliant.

Citrine’s reply was crisp and clear: “Amy, I believe in myself—and I believe in you. Besides, I wrote this novel just for you. The lead was always meant to be yours.”