The Jilted Stray Is A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 4

Word Count: 577 | Released on: 21/04/2026

Eloise from the icy drizzle that had begun to fall over

Phantom Extended Wheelbase. Its license pl

or. Eloise slid into the cabin. The air inside sm

In the rearview mirror, the Foreman villa shrank in

g jump seat. He poured a cup of hot Earl Grey

name you will find on Forbes. The family operates from a private island in t

ed the gold rim. Her heart rate remained stea

streaking the window. "I am not abandoning my life or m

his head slightly. "The family respects yo

ooking the Atlantic, heading away from the Long Island e

g heat bloomed aga

ulet she wore under her shirt felt like a burning coal. The hea

eezed her

aw blinding, sterile white lights. She heard the pie

mask strapped over his mouth, his eyes clouded

e frantic hammering of her own pulse. It was a life-and-death reso

. A faint, dark purple lig

ain road, a massive shadow of death was gathering. If she didn't i

e teacup down ont

no longer quiet; it carried the heavy, ab

mirror. He looked at Christopher.

The Phantom roared, surging forward thro

g past her clothes and pulled out the

c card-the Sun Rune, drawn in red ink, representing absolute

ashing red and blue emergency lights pierced

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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.”