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From Blood Bank To Billionaire's Obsession

Chapter 4 4

Word Count: 679    |    Released on: 01/04/2026

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s of the oversized men's jacket tighter around her che

ed in. She never wore anythi

breast pocket of the jacket. She

black, matte card. There was no

silver ink on the back was a hig

She reached into her clutch and pull

ode through the app's interface. The screen instantly went black as the script bypassed the visual layer. A second later, lines of green code began cascading down the cracked glass, requesting port access and decr

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completely severed the p

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nsive tires tore th

ed on its brakes, stopping

ard Copeland, her adoptive father, stepped ou

behind him. Her eyes were narrowed

nting a shaking finger directly at Alanis's face.

wealthy socialites strolling down Fifth Avenue

ear her. "I told you, Richard! I told you we never should have brought

mp. She looked at the two hypocrites performing

ver. He raised his right hand high into the air, fully intend

r muscles coiled tight. She prepared to ca

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From Blood Bank To Billionaire's Obsession
From Blood Bank To Billionaire's Obsession
“I was the poor girl from Appalachia the wealthy Copeland family adopted out of "charity," bringing me to a life of New York luxury I could never have imagined. But it was all a lie. I wasn't their daughter. I was a living, breathing blood bank for their precious child, Bridgette, whose life had been secretly saved by my bone marrow. Once I was no longer useful, they decided to throw me away. On the night of Bridgette's lavish engagement party, she and her fiancé framed me. They drugged my water, lured me to a hotel suite, and tore my designer gown to stage a scene. Her fiancé stood over me, his face twisted in disgust. "Did you really think spreading your legs would make me forget where you came from? You're just a trashy hillbilly." Outside on Fifth Avenue, my adoptive parents screamed at me in front of the press, calling me a disgrace. My sister wept, accusing me of trying to destroy her perfect life out of jealousy. They expected me to crumble, to become the pathetic scandal they could discard like garbage. They thought they were dealing with a scared, helpless girl from the mountains. But they made a fatal mistake. The soul of that poor girl was already gone. And I, the top-tier operative known as Glacier, had just woken up in her body.”