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Pursued By The Billionaire: Mystic Heiress

Chapter 7 

Word Count: 600    |    Released on: 18/05/2026

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aused her to cough violently. She ta

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led her hood up as she walked onto the c

paid the driver with a digital tap

buzzed. Serena had sent a furious text

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on the counter. Her eyes glea

glass display case in the corner. "And add that set of ancient, tarnished silver acup

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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.”