Sold to a Dead Man, I Became a Billionaire's Heiress

Author: You Xi

Chapter 1

Word Count: 856 | Released on: 19/08/2026

nto the tempered glass coffee t

er family wires five million dollars the second your signature hits the paper. It saves th

ug down with a sharp clatter. "Consider it payback for the ten yea

ugh her black-rimmed glasses, her cool, icy blue eyes drifted past the

a sleek blue Buick sat

ears-leaning across the center console, passionately kissing Megan Shaw. Megan's f

icker of rage. Just the cold, mechanical detachme

door ban

dress, her cheeks flushed and chest heaving. She thrust her left hand directly into

ng. The only heir

er. "Be happy for us. Honestly, marrying a dead billionaire is a massive upgrade for a stray like you.

adjusting his cufflinks. He didn't even look at

re was spine-straight, every line of

ropping into a dangerous, icy cadence. "You stole my ring, took my

ongs to a winner

through the ro

the credenza. A sharp scream tore from her throat

it me!" Megan shriek

face turned a violent shade of purple. With a roar, he rais

nk. She met his enraged glare wit

n," Ava s

r, the draft rustling her dark hair. He tre

Ava replied, her tone chill

her shock. Megan's mouth hung open in disbelief. Richa

and pulled out a crisp, notarized legal document,

y deal," A

nting at the page. "W

the top. "Drafted this morning. You sign it at City Hall tomorrow morning at precisely nine o'clock. As of to

e brat!" Brenda hisse

the table and deliberately clicked the cap b

e million dollars by midnight to cover your margin loans. Because

grinding so hard his jaw ached. He looked at Donovan

, swallowing his pride. "F

e in sharp, flawless cursive across the Cooper agreement. She tossed the pen onto

the deadbolt. She walked to the window, wa

rner phone from the lining of her jac

need

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Sold to a Dead Man, I Became a Billionaire's Heiress

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“For ten years, the Shaw family mansion was nothing but a cold prison for their adopted daughter, Ava Mckenzie. The illusion of family shattered completely when her adoptive father slammed a contract on the table, ordering her to marry a dead man just to secure a five-million-dollar investment for his failing company. At that exact moment, Ava looked out the window to see her fiancé passionately kissing her stepsister in a parked car. Megan strutted inside moments later, flaunting Ava's stolen diamond ring and mocking her "dirt-poor" biological roots. Her adoptive mother sneered, threatening to throw Ava out on the streets if she didn't agree to the posthumous marriage to repay her debt for being raised. They surrounded her like vultures, waiting for her to break down, cry, and submit to being sold off to a ghost. Looking at their greedy, expectant faces, Ava's ice-blue eyes held no tears, only a chilling emptiness. She had spent a decade being their obedient, invisible shadow, enduring their endless abuse. Did they really think she would just let them destroy her future for a dead man's money? Instead of begging, Ava stood up and delivered a crisp, echoing slap across Megan's smug face. "I'll sign it. But tomorrow, we officially terminate my adoption." Leaving her stunned abusers behind, she packed her single worn-out suitcase, walked out the door without a backward glance, and pulled out a heavily encrypted phone to track down her real bloodline-completely unaware that seven powerful billionaire brothers in Manhattan were already tearing the city apart to bring her home.”