The Discarded Heiress Finds Her Billionaire Love

Chapter 8

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d with contempt. "You can't even recognize the symptoms of a massi

e hospital administrator. "Dean, the level of incompetence displayed he

pected academic publicly shaming his hospital, Dean Foster knew he had to ac

oice shaking with rage

pered, his last hope evaporati

announced, his voice echoing in the silent corridor. "And I will be personally fili

down the wall and sat on the floor

s assistant, a man named Mr. Shaw, who immediately stepp

his tone formal, though his eyes held a flicker of

negotiation, perhaps a coy refusal

. She did it without hesitation, then handed the checkbook back. It wasn't abou

and put it in her pocket without a second look at the staggering number of

ve I got your

Chloe Be

d aloud. "Any relation to the legendary Beaumonts? The family

rushed out from the ER. "Mr. Black

to Chloe. "Please," he said, his voice a request, not a command.

ckly added, "Yes, of course! With such a miraculous healer

their business was concluded. But a sense of professional responsib

ng remarkably well for a man who had been at death's door an hour ago. His sharp eyes too

grin spread across

strong. "So this is her, Damien! This is the girl you've bee

at him, compl

cond. "Grandfather," he said, his voice strained with exasperation

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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.”