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The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 725 | Released on: Today at 17:59

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stage, Jessica s

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ning toward the stage and pointing wildly at my hands. "SHE HAS A WE

imal. "SHE'S KILLING THE HEAD OF THE SINCLAIR FAMILY!

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led out their batons

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r the nerve center on his chest, locked my other hand on top,

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and grabbed my shoulder, t

ed right over Arthur's

Arthur!

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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.”