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The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 9 No.9

Word Count: 782    |    Released on: 20/09/2026

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ll into an uneasy,

His jaw was clenched into iron, the air radiating off h

mind fired up one last time. She act

ctimized expression onto her face, and threw herself directl

eks. "It was horrifying! Your grandfather collapsed, and my ungrateful, delinquent

n't slow down. He didn't ev

, Beckett's chief bodyguard stepped forward and

essica

g hard on her hands and knees directly in the puddle of spilled

stepped onto the platform and droppe

one laced with tension as he pressed two f

ett's hand away. "Stop looking like you're about to burn the city down. If it

's ear, pointing at the silver needles and describing how I h

lowly rose to his full, toweri

yes locked squ

e gown, the diamond hairpins, and the silver tools resting near my knees. Th

ed Jessica to her feet, her

"She is a thieving wretch who emptied our safe this afternoon! She

and Jessica. He towered over six-foot-two,

nue?" Beckett asked. His voice was quiet,

r neck. "W-we are the Tuckers! Tucker Logistics!

anently terminated. Security. Revoke their passes, throw them off the

ard, seizing Jessica and Brenda

like a rabid animal. In pure, unhingged panic, she wren

neral manager told you about! I am the author of that break

ballroom f

dfather onto the gurney, stopped dead in his tra

poured all her remaining despe

bout to end your hockey career forever! That paper is the only thing on this pla

in the hall

ce across the country, hunting for the anonymous medical genius

s locked onto Jessica with a darkness so inten

rk spread across Jessica's face. She cast

red steps toward her. His voi

one who wrot

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The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress
The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress
“For eighteen years, I was the Tucker family's adopted punching bag, while their biological daughter, Jessica, was treated like royalty. The moment I graduated college, they kicked me out. Brenda Tucker sneered, calling me a jinx who was bankrupting their company. But I knew the truth. They were erasing me to ensure I wouldn't ruin Jessica's chances of seducing Beckett Sinclair, a billionaire hockey heir, at an upcoming high-society banquet. She threw a fifty-thousand-dollar check at my feet like I was a beggar, ordering me to never claim I knew them. My adoptive father, who had ruined his own company with terrible investments, actually grabbed my arm and demanded I beg the Sinclairs for a bailout on my way out. When I refused, they cursed me, screaming that I was destined to rot in some backwater town forever. I walked into the cold New York night with my two scuffed suitcases, feeling completely hollow. I thought I was just a discarded orphan, thrown away by the only family I had ever known. But then, an older man pulled up to the corner. He handed me a faded photograph of a woman who looked exactly like me. "Miss Chloe, I am here to take you home." That was how I found out I wasn't an abandoned orphan. I was maliciously switched at birth, and my real parents-the billionaire owners of the New York Monarchs-had been searching for me for twenty-two years.”