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The Abandoned Heiress Is A Secret Zillionaire

The Abandoned Heiress Is A Secret Zillionaire

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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1236    |    Released on: Today at 15:03

winding driveway of the Bradshaw

d lawns and the towering marble fountain. Her face was a blank canv

aveling seam hidden along the edge of her washe

The heavy scent of Diana's expensive floral perfume clogg

m was clammy. A flicker of something ancient and painful stirred in Brooklyn's chest, a ghost of

ice cracking. "You're home. Mom is

moothly pulled her hand away, lett

. One syllable. Flat

ngle, grim-faced butler opened the door without a word, his eyes carefu

, her heels clicking ne

er hands shoved deep into the pockets of her cheap jacket. Against the backdrop of

blinding glare of a massive crystal chandelier spill

xpression hardening back into ice

chair. Her posture was rigid, her hawk-like eyes instantly locking

lenched so tight the muscle ticked visibly beneath his skin. He looked at Brooklyn

r sofa sat Harmony a

teps, she looked up. Her eyes raked over Brooklyn's faded jeans and

verly bright, desperate to fill the s

h her nose. "This is the wild girl wh

his silk tie, his breathing heavy, as if Brooklyn's

her designer boots clicking sharply against the marble floor.

sneered, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. "Oh,

s soft and graceful. She caught Harmony's

said softly. "Our sister just got

the corners of her eyes crinkled wi

Harmony the way one might look at a barking s

tretched, thi

at the blatant dismissal. She stepped c

even speak?" Harmony spat

rmony's shoulder. "Harmony! Stop

My sister? A high school dropout loser deserv

her chin, her eyes locking onto Harmony's. T

voice smooth, low, and cutting like

went dea

er chest heaved as she sucked i

wn on the armrest of her ch

"Is this the wild garbage th

oke. His voice w

ordered, not even looking at Brook

out, her fingers hovering near Bro

he grand staircase. Her spine was perfectly straight. Her footsteps were light, steady,

spered into Harmony's ear. "Looks lik

er. "A country bumpkin. Let's s

her head slightly, casting a single, sweeping glance over the fo

"We need to get rid of her quickly. She

curt nod. "I'

est room at the very end. It was far away from the maste

ining with unshed tears. "Brooklyn, I'm

yn said flatly.

ut it right in Diana's face. The c

let out a slow breath. She reached into the pocket of he

nstantly. An encryp

rived in Philly? Need m

bs flew across

place. Keep monitoring.

ow. Outside, the dark woods surrounding the estate stretched out like a blac

le touched the co

hispered to the empty room, "let's s

n staring back with the eyes of a pred

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“Seventeen years after going missing, Brooklyn was finally brought back to her ultra-wealthy biological family. But instead of a tearful reunion, her parents and sisters treated her like infectious garbage, mocking her cheap clothes and calling her a country bumpkin. They dumped her into a remedial class to hide her away, cut off her allowance, and threatened to lock down her trust fund to force her into absolute submission. One night, Brooklyn stood in the shadows of the estate and overheard a conversation that shattered everything. She hadn't wandered off as a child. Her parents had deliberately thrown her away because a fake fortune teller claimed her birth chart was a jinx to the family's wealth. They felt zero remorse, only plotting to banish her again the moment she turned eighteen. Her biological father thought he was putting a leash on a helpless, uneducated girl by cutting off her pocket change. He had no idea that Brooklyn was the anonymous VIP who casually dropped sixty million dollars on an emerald at the city's most exclusive auction. He didn't know she was the elusive medical genius that the world's most powerful billionaires were currently tearing the city apart to find. The last microscopic shred of hope for a family withered into cold ash in her chest. "Lock down my trust fund?" She pulled out her encrypted phone and activated her shadow networks, severing herself entirely from their pathetic surveillance. Since they believed she was a jinx, she was going to show them exactly what a real curse looked like.”