The Discarded Heiress Finds Her Billionaire Love

Chapter 4

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e manicured lawns of the suburbs behind. Th

tly, breaking the silence. "

f a smile on his face. "It was

Miller Corp," she stated, not as a question, but as a

d. "I have no doubt y

as gossiping with a neighbor over the fence, mimicking Arthur's formal tone. Brenda overhea

lit underground parking garage. The air was cool and smelled of clean concrete and expensive cars. He parked the F-150 i

ence of the car still sent a jolt through her. A bitter thought crossed her mind: if Brenda

them. "Mr. Price," he said with a respectful nod. Ar

as a shortcut. He saw the Rolls-Royce and his jaw dropped. He'd only ever seen pictures of the Phantom VIII. He quickly snapped a

on her phone and rolled her eyes. "Hank is such a lia

leather-bound book. She saw the picture in the group chat and scoffed. "Honestly. As if anyone we know would ever even sit in a car like tha

la felt a prickle of unease. Chloe's calmn

enda joked to David, "is if she turned out to

in the world, was meant as the most

ant hum. The car moved so smoothly it felt like floating. Chloe ran her hand over th

" she said, her voice barely a wh

irror, his expression gentle. "Yes, M

e weight of eighteen years of a life that wasn't hers, and a new life so immense it was hard to comprehend. S

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“For eighteen years, I endured the Miller family's constant comparisons and casual neglect, trying desperately to earn their love. Then the DNA results came back. Their biological daughter, Joella, returned home, and they threw all my belongings onto the front lawn like trash. "The DNA results came back this morning. You're not our daughter." My adoptive mother looked at me with the detached appraisal of someone viewing a piece of furniture that no longer fit the decor. They didn't just kick me out. As I picked up my worn suitcase, they demanded I fulfill an ironclad marriage contract with the legendary Blackwood family to save their failing corporation. "You were always a placeholder, Chloe. Like a dress worn by mistake. Now, the rightful owner has come to claim it." Joella smirked triumphantly from my old bedroom window, while my adoptive father screamed that I was a jinx and a curse who owed them my life. I looked at the three of them-a perfect, complete family. After a lifetime of craving their approval, the last thread of hope finally snapped, replaced by a cold, hard fury. Why should I let them use me one last time when they had treated me like a counterfeit part for eighteen years? I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone and sent a single encrypted message to pull all funding from their corporation. As their phones began to ring frantically with the news of their sudden bankruptcy, a man wearing a Patek Philippe watch bowed deeply before me. He was here to take me back to my real parents-the legendary Beaumont family, one of the wealthiest and most powerful bloodlines on the planet.”