The Jilted Stray Is A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 5

Word Count: 566 | Released on: 21/04/2026

sely and decisively angling the massive Phantom across both lanes. He brought the vehicle to an imposing, regal halt. It wasn't a stunt; it was a statem

its brakes, stopping less than t

ronized defensive formation. The doors of

heavy Kevlar vests and holding short-barrele

dge, raising their weapons. Eight black m

actical gear. "Miss Palmer, stay inside. That is the Montoya famil

pen the heavy door of the Phanto

, but her posture remained perfectly straight. She

e lead PMC captain roared over the sound of the

back of the mobile ICU truck. She could see the thick, black

ged at her, raising the heavy stocks of their

n, she sidestepped by a fraction of an inch. She reached out,

own momentum against him. The two-hundred-pound mercenary flip

t split second, Eloise slipped past him

r knuckles against the bulletproof

e storm, echoing loudly

ifle. The metallic clack was deafening.

olled down just a few inches. The faint, blue glow

isn't dead yet," she said, her voice cutting t

n's voice snapped from inside the cabin.

t. She raised her hand,

entirely bored. "Consultation and intervention fee. Nine

nd was the heavy rain hitting the asphalt

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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.”