The Jilted Stray Is A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 7

Word Count: 556 | Released on: 21/04/2026

ling finger at Camden. "You want to kill him faster? That is an FDA-approved Level-4 sterile pod! If

r shoulders. "Camden, please! You're grieving! You can't

sted casually on the grip of his holstered pistol. He didn't loo

ng women. He kept his gray

om her eyelashes. She looked direc

her voice projecting clearly over the storm. "You care abou

ze. Her mou

illion dollars into a short-selling fund. You are betting that Barton Montoya dies in trans

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d to ice. Outside, the mercena

wide with terror. She had just heard a corporat

ent flooded Camden's eyes. He slowly

red, her voice cracking. "She's a witc

nd. The gesture was slight, but

he lethal hiss of a viper. "Escort Eleanor and Tess to the rear ve

ed both women by the arms with brutal efficiency, a

mpty, save for the comatose Barton, Camden in his

heelchair, backing up half a meter t

den whispered, "I will chain you to that offshore

from her coat and ste

y blank. "Have your nine hundred and ninet

massive, transparent intensive care pod. She

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depressurization screamed through the cabi

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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.”