The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 5 No.5

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ked like a castle made of white ston

sines crawled toward the main gates. Flashes from

rity SUVs and our Rolls-Royce drove straight down

orward to open the door

Mayor and the State Senator are in the private library. They asked

d at my mother, then turne

hand. "Grab a drink and look around. Your mother and I will join you o

k, holding my blue diamond cl

eps behind me, watchin

glass doors and walked

the high ceiling. Hundreds of people in expensive suits and g

table near the edge of th

, annoying voice tha

or, you ar

nding near an ice statue of

mpared to the classic gowns around her. She was sweating through he

lding a champagne glass, clinging

ied, tossing her fake blonde curls. "Beckett Sinclair and I t

e, pulled his arm away, and wa

asting time on small fish! Where is Beckett Sinclair? Go to

ack VIP badge!" Jessica whined, stomping her foot like an

ng in the parking lot crying because the bank froze our money! If you don't get Becke

, sipping my cold wa

were still pretending to be royalty

second, Jessic

oss the room-and l

ted. Red wine spilled over the rim, splash

ven care abo

with pure shock.

She grabbed Brenda's arm and pointed right at m

th an ugly sneer

atues. They stared at my silk dress, the diamond

heir faces turned in

She left our house in a rusted junk truck! How did she get in here?

of them marched straight

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The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress

Lucy Cartwright Modern

“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.”