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Pursued By The Billionaire: Mystic Heiress

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 549    |    Released on: 18/05/2026

against the marble floor. She re

instinctively yielded to the overwh

sisterly smile onto her face. Her eyes dart

d out to tou

r after your clumsy little a

e-stepped Quinn's touch. She moved as if

e flushed with genuine embarrassment. A

wd. Her face was tight with suppressed

bed Lana's

top seeking attention," Serena

er elbow. Her gaze was so terrifyingly

sted her

with the Carlisle family," L

untain. They exchanged nervous, mocking gl

Chloe Carlisle,

park before I call secur

pace was slow, rhythmic, and entirel

into Lana's path. Serena franticall

ead guard's radial nerve. She delivered a lig

b. He stumbled sideways, dropping

ated by the casual, surgical violence. He

loe Carlisle. She towered over her

throw her champagne in Lana's

mid-air. She forced the glass backward, spilling

e she could pull away

er knees, hitting the mar

orward to help their friend.

d the second girl by the collar and

floral arrangement. They tangled themse

ck. She pinned her to the marble floo

lastic zip-tie off her ow

rists. She crossed them behind

it tight. The loud, ratcheting sound

he screamed for her parents as her

nds. She turned her cold gaze to the other

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Pursued By The Billionaire: Mystic Heiress
Pursued By The Billionaire: Mystic Heiress
“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.”