The Discarded Heiress Finds Her Billionaire Love

Chapter 9

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making glint returned to his eyes, brighter than before. If she wasn't his grandson's secret fiancée, well, that was a problem that

an's eyes and immediately understood his tr

headache coming on. His grandfather'

and beckoning her closer. "A simple thank you isn't e

polite but distant smile. "Mr. Blackwood,

is personal!" Elias insisted. He cut straight to

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on. An unfamiliar and unwelcome feeling, something sharp and tight, coi

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ver in seconds. She continued toward the elevators, where Arthur Price was already waiting, holding the 'down' button for her. Damien watched as t

e had been raised by the Millers. The pieces didn't fit. What was

spital room to find h

million. Don't let her get away!" He then waved a hand dismissively. "And while you're at it, it's tim

rgotten about that ridiculous, outdated arrangement. Now, it fe

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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.”