The Discarded Heiress Finds Her Billionaire Love

Chapter 3

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f the porch, his face a blotchy mess of fury and despair, and screamed at Chloe

a relic from another decade, backfired loudly as it pulled up to the curb right in front

a simple work shirt and jeans, but he stood with a ramrod-straight posture that seemed out

deep and respectful. "I am Arthur

rch, her voice loud enough for the nosy neighbors peeking through their

sed only Chloe. "My apologies for the vehicle, Miss. The mast

ore. They were convinced Chloe's real family was a clan of impoverished hoarders,

st was a Patek Philippe, its understated elegance screaming wealth. His movements were precis

he lawn. "Well, Chloe," she sneered, "looks like you're going from a mi

least they came for me," she said, her words striking Jo

rk. Joella's smug e

s man, despite the strange circumstances, felt like the only solid thing in a world t

that was comical in its contrast to the decrepit truck. "Again,

rs whispering. "Look, the Miller's charity case

twitching curtains of the houses around them. It was just a look, but it was filled with an au

nerving clarity. "From this day forward, Miss Beaumont has no connection to you. Any disrespe

g in the air, confusing and unsettli

As the old Ford rumbled away, she saw the Millers in the rearview mirror, t

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The Discarded Heiress Finds Her Billionaire Love

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“For eighteen years, I endured the Miller family's constant comparisons and casual neglect, trying desperately to earn their love. Then the DNA results came back. Their biological daughter, Joella, returned home, and they threw all my belongings onto the front lawn like trash. "The DNA results came back this morning. You're not our daughter." My adoptive mother looked at me with the detached appraisal of someone viewing a piece of furniture that no longer fit the decor. They didn't just kick me out. As I picked up my worn suitcase, they demanded I fulfill an ironclad marriage contract with the legendary Blackwood family to save their failing corporation. "You were always a placeholder, Chloe. Like a dress worn by mistake. Now, the rightful owner has come to claim it." Joella smirked triumphantly from my old bedroom window, while my adoptive father screamed that I was a jinx and a curse who owed them my life. I looked at the three of them-a perfect, complete family. After a lifetime of craving their approval, the last thread of hope finally snapped, replaced by a cold, hard fury. Why should I let them use me one last time when they had treated me like a counterfeit part for eighteen years? I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone and sent a single encrypted message to pull all funding from their corporation. As their phones began to ring frantically with the news of their sudden bankruptcy, a man wearing a Patek Philippe watch bowed deeply before me. He was here to take me back to my real parents-the legendary Beaumont family, one of the wealthiest and most powerful bloodlines on the planet.”