The Jilted Stray Is A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 6

Word Count: 593 | Released on: 21/04/2026

ace appeared in the gap. Her skin was perfectly lifted and tightened b

at the guards outside. "Shoot her! She's

an covered her nose in disgust. "Nine hundred and ninety-nine dollars? That wo

. He received the direct order from the family

of pressure, a sound came from the d

s a c

nt it echoed through the truck, every single mercenary outside froze. The captain

lights flickered on, illumi

s the color of old parchment. A thick, gray cashmere blanket was draped over h

held a terrifying emptiness, a profound exhaust

th. He coughed twice more. When he pulled the cloth aw

ng sweetness. "Camden, darling, please don't strain

slowly turned his head, locking his gray-

a fraction of a second, Camden felt a strange, vio

but dripping with the heavy, crushing authority

od, Barton Montoya, has a flat brainwave. But his

morrhage three days ago at exactly 3:00 AM. It was accompanied by

rsal was a level-one classified Montoya family secr

arm. "She... she must have bribed

oise's posture, the way she stood perfectly still in the f

ve three minutes," she said coldly. "Once the reaper crosses the

inst the leather armrest of his wheel

toward his personal assi

e devoid of emotion. "Open the i

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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.”