The Jilted Stray Is A Zillionaire Heiress

Author: Sunian Jinshi

Chapter 1

Word Count: 726 | Released on: 21/04/2026

aded canvas duffel bag. The metal teeth caugh

les turning white, until the

so soon

arp, nasal tone and the soft padding of Kylie

extended her right foot and deliberately hooked the toe of

ick, the bag l

st off the edge of the rug. The impac

hyst crystals, and a bundle of parchment runes spil

a half-step back and covering her mouth wi

marched down, her silk morning robe billowing behind her. Her face twi

ie said, squeezing a fake tear from the corner of h

stiletto piercing the center of a tarot card. She snatched t

n pieces directly

scraped across Eloise's cheek. A thi

es remained fixed on Brenda, cold and entirely devoid

attle the crystal chandelier. "The board agreed. You are mentally unstable. A complet

ck-and-white uniforms stood whispering. Their eyes darte

methyst crystals one by one, feeling the cold, grounding weight of the stones against her

nd pulled out a crumpled twenty-dollar bill. She tossed

call a cab to the psychiatric ward. I

spine perfectly straight. She shifted her gaze to Kylie,

air in the room seeme

er sidewall," Eloise said, her voice flat, carrying no malic

mile vanished, replaced by a flush

Kylie spat. "You're j

aggressively at the screen. "That's it. I'm calling the commun

call button, a massive crash

ently shoved open from the outside,

rand foyer, kicking up the scattered tarot cards,

low. Sweat poured down his forehead, soaking the collar of his expensive dress

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“Eloise was the adopted stray of the wealthy Foreman family, mocked daily for her tarot cards and dismissed as a mentally unstable burden. When her adoptive father suddenly collapsed with thick, black veins pulsing up his neck, they didn't blame his corrupt real estate deals. They blamed her. "She's a witch! She cursed me!" Mitch roared, ordering his doctor and armed guards to forcefully drain her blood to cure his supernatural toxin. Her adoptive mother revoked her trust fund and threatened to drag her to a psych ward. Her spoiled sister threw a crumpled twenty-dollar bill at her feet, laughing as the security team cornered Eloise against the wall. Eloise stared coldly at the family that had abused her for years. They had dug up a sacred burial ground to build condos, bringing this deadly curse upon themselves, yet they wanted to bleed her dry to survive. Just as the guards lunged, the heavy oak doors were violently shoved open. An aristocratic butler stepped through the freezing rain, flanked by elite operatives who snapped the guards' legs in seconds. He dropped a three-billion-dollar trust document onto the table as mere "compensation" for her shelter. "Please, Miss Palmer," the butler bowed deeply, offering her pristine white gloves. "Do not dirty your hands in this place." Leaving her adoptive father to his midnight death sentence, Eloise stepped into a waiting Rolls-Royce, ready to reclaim her place in a hidden global dynasty.”