Bound To The Disabled Apocalyptic Tycoon

Chapter 3

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etal doors slid open with a soft chime. She gr

marble floor. She ran forward and slapped her hand

st rising and falling. She forced a

le. Her muscles coiled, a physical reaction to the proximity

Jessie's chest. "It's so unique. Could you... could you give it to m

xcuse. Harley accidentally cutting her finger on the clasp, her blood soaking

evator. She covered her collar with her hand,

ptive mother in the Rust Belt gave this to

fiercely only convinced Harley that the necklace was incred

ou," Harley offered

"You? You're a fake heiress living

. Her face stiffened, the sweet mask crack

d and reached for th

ed, grabbing the edge of the

let a flicker of hesitation show in her ey

isfaction warmed her blood. Country tr

if she was making a painful sacrifice

llion was almost her entire liquid savings

ished, the thought of owning that mysterious antiqu

tor threshold. Harley's thumbs flew across h

brated. She checked the screen. T

t unclasped it gently. She yanked the nec

ce at Harley like it

hands closing tightly around the

levator. She turned around, loo

shut, the corners of Jessie's mouth twi

rs clic

the elevator. The core energy of that necklace had alre

y million dollars for a us

d garage. Jessie pulled her suitcase out

ed leather seat, and looked at the driver. "T

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“Jessie's biological parents brought her back from a Rust Belt wasteland just to force her into marrying a paralyzed heir to save their bankrupt empire. Three years later, when the global doomsday apocalypse hit, her own family shoved her into a swarm of infected corpses. As she was being torn apart by mutated hounds, she was stunned by what she saw. Her fake sister, Harley, was clutching the antique silver necklace she had stolen from Jessie-an heirloom that secretly contained a magical spatial dimension. When the infected swarmed them, her biological mother didn't even look back. "Jessie is just white trash, she is perfectly suited to buy us time to run!" Harley used Jessie's stolen necklace to live in absolute safety and luxury, while Jessie's windpipe was ripped out in the rotting wasteland. Until she died, Jessie didn't understand. She was their true flesh and blood. Why did her parents hate her so much? Why was she sacrificed so easily while the fake daughter got everything? Opening her eyes again, the blinding glare of a crystal chandelier stabbed into her retinas. She was back in the Manhattan penthouse on the exact day they sold her off. This time, Jessie calmly signed the marriage contract, demanded a one hundred million dollar buyout, and walked out to prepare for the apocalypse.”