The Heiress They Couldn't Break (Amelia) novel Chapter 399

**Broken by Destiny**
**Chapter 399: Sour Taste**

Sabrina stood at the edge of the dance floor, her heart racing with uncertainty. What if Jeremy turned her down? The mere thought sent a wave of embarrassment crashing over her. She wasn’t naive; deep down, she was painfully aware that Jeremy’s heart was not hers to claim.

For days, she had concocted a plan, a strategy to let things settle for now and then find a way to win him back later. But before she could solidify her resolve, she watched as he and Amelia glided onto the dance floor, their chemistry undeniable.

Their movements were a perfect blend of elegance and rhythm, as if they had been dancing together for a lifetime. Anyone observing them would assume they were seasoned partners, sharing an unspoken language through their graceful steps.

As Sabrina stood there, a storm of jealousy surged within her, uncontrollable and fierce. No matter how hard she tried to suppress it, the realization hit her like a cold wave: her feelings for Jeremy had grown deeper than she had ever acknowledged. The disappointment settled heavily in her chest, making her feel as though she were suffocating in a crowd of laughter and joy.

Just as she was drowning in her thoughts, a familiar voice broke through the noise beside her.

“Ms. Jordan, why do you stand here all alone? May I have the honor of dancing with you?”

Danny’s voice was cheerful, but Sabrina recognized the opportunistic glint in his eyes. Earlier, Amelia had turned him down, and now he was on the hunt for his next conquest.

Sabrina might not have possessed the striking allure of Amelia, but she had her own kind of beauty—subtle and classic, with an air of grace that set her apart.

Before she could even muster a response, Brielle stormed over, her expression a mix of disbelief and indignation. “You’re unbelievable! Amelia turned you down, and now you’re looking for someone else to replace her?” she snapped, her voice dripping with disdain.

“Hmph! As if Sabrina would ever want to dance with you!”

What a ridiculous situation! First, he had faced rejection from Amelia, and now he was attempting to use Sabrina as a mere stand-in? How absurd!

“Okay, I won’t mention it again. How about we go find Mr. Rolf and Dad?” Brielle suggested, looping her arm through Sabrina’s, clearly eager to help her build connections.

At the mention of Rolf, Sabrina’s expression darkened once more. If it hadn’t been for Brielle dragging Rolf into this mess and embarrassing him in front of everyone, she wouldn’t have been called aside for a scolding earlier. Yet Brielle? She emerged unscathed, as if she had done nothing wrong, blissfully unaware of the chaos she had caused.

“It’s better if we don’t go over there,” Sabrina said calmly, her voice laced with a firmness that left no room for argument. “Rolf is talking with Whitney and Truman. We shouldn’t disturb them.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s grab something to eat instead,” Brielle agreed without hesitation, always eager to follow Sabrina’s lead.

But deep down, Sabrina’s anger simmered, some of it directed at Brielle, though she masked it well.

Meanwhile, Danny, who had slipped away earlier, felt utterly defeated. It was a first for him—attempting to ask two different women to dance, and both had turned him down. Twice in a row! The humiliation was almost too much to bear, and he couldn’t help but wonder if he would ever find the courage to ask someone again.