icon 0
icon TOP UP
rightIcon
icon Reading History
rightIcon
icon Sign out
rightIcon
icon Get the APP
rightIcon

Pursued By The Billionaire: Mystic Heiress

Chapter 4 

Word Count: 642    |    Released on: 18/05/2026

his way to the front of the crow

dge fund CEO s

a federal penitentiary fo

to Richard's side. She

ent to a psychiatric facility tonig

forced the sobbing girl to roll over so h

d Carlisle. Her voice echoed c

a lawful restrai

rs. They mocked the idea that the traile

na. He raised his fist t

dard security tablet-onto the floor. Now, Lana bent down and pulled the tablet from the guard's dropped gear belt. She did not bother with modern passwords. Instead, her fingers traced an ancient, inv

far wall flickered. The charity logo

rom the pool area thirty minutes p

near the edge. The Carlisle Trio snea

acing both hands on Lana's back. Chloe

the trio laughing and mocking Lana as

thly, horrified silence. They watch

tracks. The color drained entirely fr

y cocktail table. The glass surface

ichard. Her ton

of premeditated attempted mu

letting the

ted file to three separate major new

realized her friends were completely des

nally realized her biological daughter was

His arrogant billionaire p

t us discuss this p

icy disdain. She rejected the plea f

ll not drop the charges for an

narrowed slightly. She delivered a silen

d Serena's shoulder, shivering from the

and social victory, Lana turned arou

s parted for her again. This time, they

osture remained immaculate. She left t

t her. The adrenaline faded, and the host body's severe weaknes

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open
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.”