Pursued By The Billionaire: Mystic Heiress

Chapter 2

Word Count: 656 | Released on: 18/05/2026

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e host body suffered from severe malnut

the stark, minimal furnishings. It was a pathetic c

attached bathroom. She locked

t, ruined dress. She tossed it u

aximum heat. The scalding hot water washed away the c

her own neck and shoulders. She dug her thumbs in hard.

l around her shivering frame and wi

eply. Quinn had manipulated her into wearing

mover. She aggressively scrubbed the thick

ld beauty. Her sharp, piercing eyes had be

. She bypassed the tacky, brightly color

ulled out a simple, vintage black silk slip dr

rfectly over her slender frame. It radi

back. She left it sleek and modern.

She found her wallet and pul

en displayed an overdrawn balance

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blocked and her life force was dangerously weak. She

ity gala was in full swing. The room buzze

ower. She wore a custom couture gown. S

proached Quinn. They

ed the trailer park princess into

rn. She softly reprimanded them, b

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stairs crying. She won't dare

of simple black stilettos. Her expre

mporary catering storage room. Her mystic senses picked up the layout instantly. She slipped insid

her wrist like a bizarre, modern bra

staircase. She looked down at the

e corner hit a discordant note.

to ripple through the ballroom.

instantly. She saw the breathtaking, unr

vet-lined stairs. Her aura pressed do

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Pursued By The Billionaire: Mystic Heiress

Abel Dean Modern

“Lana was the biological heiress of the wealthy Beaumont family, but she was treated worse than a stray dog. While her family hosted a lavish charity gala, a group of malicious socialites violently shoved her into the deep end of the estate pool. As she thrashed and choked on the heavy, chlorinated water, the girls just watched and laughed. When she finally managed to drag her dying body onto the wet tiles, her aunt Dahlia stood over her with a sneer. "Look at you. You are an embarrassment to this family." Dahlia then kicked Lana's wet hand, trying to force the drowning girl back into the deep end. Her biological mother, Serena, rushed out, but she did not care that her daughter was coughing up pool water. Instead, her mother raised her hand high, aiming to slap Lana across the face. "You are ruining our PR image! If a scandal tanks the company stock, I will throw you back to the slums!" The original Lana died in that cold pool, suffocated by the absolute lack of maternal concern and the cruel mockery of her abusers. Why did her own blood relatives despise her so much? How could a mother watch her child drown and only care about a charity gala? The fragile girl's soul shattered, leaving behind only a ghost of childish resentment and agonizing pain. But when Lana's eyes snapped open again, the gaze radiating from her pupils was freezing cold. The soul of a thousand-year-old mystic leader had just overwritten the remnants of this weak host. Catching her mother's descending hand mid-air, Lana crushed the lingering resentment with cold indifference, ready to make them all pay.”