The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress

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today, the Tucker family has no ungra

ross the tiled entrance hall of the suburban estate. She stood beneath the polished brass

c, superstitious rage. "We gave you our name, fed you, and kept you hidden in plain sight to avoid any questions! And what did your bad luck bring us in return? The exact week our company faces federa

lanked by two worn canvas duffel bag

link. I di

icit offshore gambles. But in the Tucker household, self-reflection did not exist. It was alwa

r psychological abuse all these

a that I had st

facade to keep anyone from questioning the true origins of my birth. But behind closed doors, I was their unpaid

tan maternity intake manifest. The names were blurred, but my infant code pointed to a dark, deliberate anomaly in my birth records. That was

pieces of my true bloodline while securing a full-ride scholarship to

crapers had finally picked up a faint, encrypted sig

staircase as Jessica Tucker-my younger sister and the

rose-gold silk gown paired with pearl drops hanging from her e

pped down the final marble riser. "The general manager of the New York Monarchs went wild over the clinical pr

onths of my grueling labor titled Advanced Neural Therapy for Sport

in fresh gold leaf was a

eaning up after me. You could never even breathe the same air as Beckett Sinclair. But in my hands? Tonight, this research paper makes

othed Jessica's collar. "Don't waste your breath on this ungrateful child, Jessica.

shoulder, her expression twisting from cold disdain into g

oulder and unzipping it violently. Her fingers tore thro

m your little hospital shifts, no doubt! You think you can walk out of my house with money tucked away in secret?

her designer clutch, t

etting a ghost of a smile t

rumb tossed to a pair of starving rats to feed their greed right until the end. My real wealth, secur

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rehead drenched in cold sweat. His hands shook as he adjusted his watch, hi

rsely, his face pale as chalk. "The styling co

zipper, a small, heavy leather pouch slipped from my inner jacket pocket

r who had taken me under his wing during my darkest years in thi

ed in disgust. "Ugh!

r heel and brought it down hard right across the leath

Chloe," Jessica giggled. "Right whe

dropped over my

h that Jessica's smirk instantly froze. Her breath caught, and an invo

and lifted the leather pouch from the floor. My thumb pres

inside were completely intact. The intricate family crest etched into t

y into the reinforced breast pocket of my coat d

ver breathe a word against the Tucker name to a living soul,

then shifted my gaze

sharp smile to

and carrying the quiet weight of a prophecy. "But remember this: everything you

my shoulders, the weight of

ala, Jessica," I added calmly. "I truly hope Beckett S

e heavy wooden doors, and stepped o