The Unwanted Orphan: Now A Zillionaire Heiress

Chapter 8

Word Count: 559 | Released on: 22/06/2026

Henrietta decided to take Ira into the city, to a f

ra in the grand foyer. The old woman pressed a

said, her voice low and laced with meaning. "Know your place.

had initiated a conversa

the locket. "I understand,"

Ira's, her warmth a buffer against the matriarch's c

s. They settled at a chic sidewalk cafe, where Sterling and Hen

air," she said, slippi

a low hum around her. She watched the parade of luxury cars and

tires hissing over a patch of pavement st

y water arced t

o late. The spray soaked the hem of her sim

creeched to a hal

and moved with the predatory grace of a wolf. He wore a flawlessly tail

arrett F

black tactical watch gleamed

lickered down to the stain on her dres

voice a low, arrogant rumble.

aching for a checkbook. It was clear this was their standard procedur

didn't even glance do

er head and

harp, analytical, and deeply penetrating, as if she were a surg

as used to being feared, respected, or des

snapped, his patience wearin

nnerving than any shout. Her eyes, calm and dis

idewalk was beginning to get under his skin, an unfamiliar and deeply unpl

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The Unwanted Orphan: Now A Zillionaire Heiress

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“Endowed with a billion-dollar fortune, Ira Lopez, the state's top-secret foster daughter groomed from childhood, was finally assigned a set of legal guardians! Unexpectedly, she was sent away by three families in a row, and every social kinship training ended in total failure. It was not until the Vaughn family adopted her that the poor little Ira was showered with endless money day and night by her adoptive parents, who put on elaborate displays of doting parental affection for her. Envious people lost their minds and spread vicious rumors: "Ira Lopez has no real skills at all-she's just faking misfortune to swindle the Vaughns!" Yet the very next day, a president of an Ivy League university greeted her personally: "Professor Ira, your laboratory is fully furnished and ready for use." The richest tycoon knelt down and held out a contract: "Boss, our annual financial report shows a 300% surge in profits!" The international hacker alliance erupted in panic online: "Our supreme leader! If you don't log back on soon, the global financial systems will collapse!" As Ira's countless hidden identities were exposed one after another and the entire internet went wild, Barrett Ferguson, the notoriously cold, ruthless elite newcomer of the capital city, suddenly pinned her against a wall. He brushed the pad of his thumb gently over her lips and drawled, "Mrs. Ferguson, had your fun? It's time to come home and bear our children." Ira's ear tips blushed bright red as she stammered, "I-I don't want to have kids!" The man let out a low chuckle, pulled out the world's one-of-a-kind supreme black card, and pressed it into her palm: "Give me one child, and I'll gift you a private island."”