The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress

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gates bearing a platinum crest, winding up a private, manicured hill to

full stop on the circular drive, the c

rble steps, completely ignoring the rain. Right behind him, an elegant woman in a

door with precision.

onto the gra

he damp air, trembling, her gaze tracing every contour of my face

ice shattered into a sob. "My baby

cold basement rooms, forced servitude, and stol

ped my arms around her trembli

th. Charles stepped forward, wrapping his massive, protective arms around both of us. He pulled me aga

e of a man who commanded a global industrial empire

m. Eleanor sat beside me on the velvet sofa, her fingers tight

ogany box bound with brush

ional devotion. "The deeds to a triplex penthouse on Central Park South, your personal trust fu

cross the table. Etched cleanly across the m

t the matte-bla

e like an unpaid servant, they could keep me powerless and docile. They had no idea that I had spent years quietly biding my time-mastering my mentor's med

d conquered the world. To her, ten thousand dollars was a fortune worth screaming over. She had no idea it was merely

I murmured, feeling the we

erce protectiveness. "You suffered in obscurity for twenty-two years while others enjoyed

"And tonight, New York learns who you are. The Sinclair family is hosting their Centennial Ga

family has spent weeks leaking rumors to the press that their daughter

o steal your life and treat you like dirt, Chloe. Tonight, the city's entire

me up to the third-floo

n sculpted from midnight-blue silk, hand-embroidered with microscopic crysta

e breast pocket of my discarded coat, retrieved the leather pouc

f the gleaming metal.

fore my mentor passed away, he entrusted me with the Vermeerlen neural kinetic therapy. Six s

e them away, just as Brenda Tucker had spent years sc

al attendant. "Bring the sapphire-encrusted evening clutch from the vault. Ensure the in

he first time in my life, my talent was not an incon

fastened with diamond-tipped hairpins. When I looked into the gilded mirror, the quiet girl in worn canv

nity. It was an Instagram notification from an

f rosé champagne, her rented gown smoothed over her hips. Her caption read, "Some souls are bred to

e touched my lips as

ty-two years looking down on me from her pedestal, completely convinced that my quiet obedience was weakness. She had n

ssuring weight of my silver instruments safel