The Rejected Jinx Is A Billionaire Heiress

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.