The Jilted Stray Is A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 2

Word Count: 714 | Released on: 21/04/2026

er sofa, his fingers digging into the cushions so hard h

rambled across the rug and fell to her knees beside

ainst the sofa. The top but

f his neck. They crawled upward like the roots of a d

rinted through the open front doors, completely out of breat

latches popped open. He bypassed the stethoscope and imm

es locked onto Eloise, who was still stan

, his voice sounding like two ston

osite sofa, though a sick glimmer of amusem

n his hand, then at Eloise. "Miss Eloise, please. Just

her center of gravity, her feet shift

Hamptons to lay the foundation for your new condos," Eloise s

ror. The mention of the burial gr

ntinued, her tone clinical. "It's subterranean miasma ent

ying from his lips. "You're a wi

er at the doctor. "Hold her down and take her blood! The broker on the black mark

on-dollar retainer erased his medical ethics. He clenched

's heavy frame barreled toward her,

foot hooked cleanly behind his ankle, instantly disrupting his balance. He tumbled forward, his

, dropping the needle onto the rug as his leg gave out

, her face purple with rage. "How da

heavy, solid crystal ashtray from the coffee

oulder of her jacket and smashed into the dryw

the emergency intercom button on the wall panel next

utside. Three massive private security guards, weari

the floor and Mitch bleeding from his neck, th

ward until her shoulder blades hit the cold glass

t slid from her sleeve into her fingers. She gripped it tight,

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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.”