The Billionaire Family Who Kept Me For Luck And Learned To Fear Me Chapter 01

The Billionaire Family Who Kept Me For Luck And Learned To Fear Me Chapter 01

I was the adopted daughter of Conrad Whitmore, patriarch of 

one of New York’s most powerful families. 

Three years earlier, he had humbled himself before the head 

of a secluded mountain shrine and begged for permission to bring me home. 

He did it because I had been born with a strange gift for 

drawing in wealth. As long as I was happy, wealth poured into the Whitmore family. 

Conrad laid down one rule for the entire family. 

Aurelia Whitmore is this family’s lifeline. You will give her whatever she wants!” 

Anyone who hurts her answers to me!” 

During my first year with the family, an orphaned cousin 

from a distant branch of the Whitmore family drugged my drink. 

I spent the entire night doubled over in pain. By morning, 

Whitmore Holdings stock had plunged ten percent. 

Conrad personally ordered both of his hands crushed, then 

had him abandoned deep in the wilderness. 

After that, no one in the Whitmore family dared lay a hand on me. 

Over those three years, my gift cemented the Whitmores‘ 

position as New York’s wealthiest family. 

That changed when Vivian Whitmore, the family’s eldest 

granddaughter, came home from abroad for the first time. 

The moment a member of the household staff told her who 

was, she stormed into my room. 

“Aurelia Whitmore, you’re a fraud! You’ve been living off this family for years!” 

She slammed my head against the floor. 

“I’m not allowed to touch you? Let’s see what happens when I do!” 

Everyone watching froze in fear. 

But by the next day, Whitmore Holdings stock hadn’t fallen 

at all. Instead, the projected profits from Vivian’s three failing deals had doubled. 

Vivian’s smug voice drifted down to me as I lay motionless in 

the hospital bed, pretending I was still unconscious, 

So you really are a fortune bringer. We just have to beat the money out of you.” 

After she left, I slowly opened my eyes, Vivian had no idea. 

My gift was meant to draw fortune in, never give it away. Any 

wealth forced out of me through pain carried a deadly 

consequence. Whoever took it would pay in flesh. 

That evening, I returned to the Whitmore estate after being discharged. 

Members of both branches of the Whitmore family had 

gathered at the estate. 

Two security guards blocked my path at the elevator. 

Vivian gave orders not to let you back upstairs.” 

Vivian stood in the center of the foyer with her arms folded. 

Nora Collins, the housekeeper who had cared for me for the 

past three years, stepped in front of me. 

Mr. Whitmore made it clear that no one was to touch 

Aurelia. If you do…” 

Or what? The family goes bankrupt? Someone drops dead?” 

Vivian cut her off with a laugh. 

I attacked Aurelia in front of all of you yesterday, and I’m 

still standing. Whitmore Holdings stock hasn’t budged.” 

She advanced one slow step at a time. 

And I got something even better.” 

‘Three deals that were about to collapse are back on track, 

and their projected profits have doubled.” 

When she reached for the bandage on my forehead, I stepped out of reach. 

Vivian glanced at her hand, still suspended in the air, and gave a dismissive smile. 

“So keeping Aurelia happy isn’t what makes us rich. Hurting her is.” 

“Grandfather must be the only one who knows. Why else 

would he forbid the rest of you from laying a hand on her?” 

How do you think he became the richest man in New York? 

God knows what he’s done to Aurelia behind closed doors.” 

A shocked murmur rippled through the foyer. 

watched the smug certainty on her face and laughed inwardly. 

She had gotten only half of it right. 

They were welcome to take the money–if they lived long enough to spend it. 

Vivian pointed at me. 

“Before Grandfather gets back, I’m going to wring every dollarcan out of her.” 

“Take her.” 

I didn’t resist. 

Conrad was out of state closing a deal. Even if he left 

immediately, he wouldn’t be back before tomorrow. 

Vivian’s half brother, Adrian Whitmore, stepped forward. 

“No,” 

Vivian glanced at him. 

“What? Are you protecting her?” 

Adrian scoffed. 

“If hurting her pays, you don’t get to keep all the profits.” 

Victor Whitmore, Conrad’s younger son, immediately cut in. 

Adrian’s right. You don’t get to shut the rest of us out.” 

His wife, Helen Whitmore, backed him up. 

“Vivian, Victor and I have had a few investments go sideways 

lately. This is the perfect chance to see if your theory works.” 

Vivian stepped between me and the others. 

“If I hadn’t come home, you’d still be waiting on her hand and foot.” 

“Now you think you can steal her from me?” 

Adrian’s expression hardened. 

“So you’re claiming her for yourself?” 

Victor clenched his fists. 

“Aren’t you afraid we’ll tell your grandfather what you’re doing?” 

They erupted into an argument. 

I watched them turn on one another and said nothing. 

Then Adrian snatched a paring knife from the table and lunged at me. 

“She’s mine!”