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

Chapter 2

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, dragging a single, worn-out suitcase. She didn't look b

you contact the Coopers today," he called after her. Brenda h

nd walked to the c

had been her prison for ten years. She studied it the way o

reet. As the scenery blurred past the win

iately, "Ava! You finally decided to ca

aternal grandfather through a genealogy site. I only have

, pieced together from one of he

leave it to me. Give me half a day. I'll find him even if I

hort-term apartment in downtown New York, one she

guing. Brenda voiced her worry that Ava would disa

insisted she was penniless and had nowhere else to go, dis

dragging that battered suitcase through a bus stati

hospital suite in Manhattan, the

gton family, had been in a coma for months. Th

ven older brothers, stood aro

gton Corporation, stood with his arms crossed, listenin

d and entered, looking rushed. He held a table

is thrill. "CEO, we ran the global gene bank compari

econd, no one exhaled. They had been searching f

with a 99.99% genetic match. The report was linked to a new

who initiated the query was si

an immediate order. "Find her. Use every resource. I want to know

or, which had been beeping steadily, su

thinking his cond

veform on the EKG steadied, growing

d been comatose for months

a faint but clear syllable. It w

unded, unable to explai

shared joy and certainty in their eyes. It was the n

command. "Get the cars ready. We'

into her small apartment. She looked out the windo

had no idea that a powerful family had jus

. like the family's financial situation is very ordinary, maybe even poor. It's weird, t

didn't change anything-she only wanted the co

It's fine. Sen

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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.”