The Discarded Heiress Finds Her Billionaire Love

Chapter 7

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hloe stood with Bernard and the professor, waiting for the doctors to finish their initia

le wave of pressure rolled in from the main entrance.

iseled features and eyes so dark and cold they seemed to absorb the light. He moved with the predatory

God you're here!" He pointed a shaking finger at Chloe. "It was her! This woman attac

sheer audacity of the lie. He wasn't just tryi

his voice high with panic. "I suspect she targeted h

if he were an annoying insect. He didn't even acknowledge t

a low, dangerous rumble that vibrated in the enclosed space. He took a s

ly, her voice clear and steady. "He had an acute myocardial infarction. I used an

e's a nobody! She's probably just trying to get clos

ily, I wouldn't have done it by saving one of them from the brink of death in broad day

eceit in her clear, defiant eyes, only conviction. He turned his head slightly, his words cu

te. Dr. Cole snapped his mouth shu

r. Damien, sir," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "It's true. This young lady saved the master's l

death sentence for Dr. Cole's credibili

his voice growing stronger. "Worse

!" Dr. Cole squeaked,

listair Finch. The other was the hospital's chief administrator, Dean Foster

an explanation as to why the Blackwood family's retained physician was incapable of d

rate gamble. "It was a setup! She could have bee

she said, looking directly at Damien. "And a young man on the street record

Damien looked from Chloe's unflinching face to Dr. Cole's p

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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.”