Long-Lost Daughter Vs. Unborn 'Heir Novel

Chapter 1 Who Are You? I was frail when I was a kid. My parents were terrified something might happen to me, so they bought a private villa where I could rest in peace. One day, Chloe Quinn, my brother Ryan Hartwell's girlfriend, showed up out of nowhere, thinking he was hiding the other woman here-me. She broke my bones and messed up my face before realizing it was all a mistake. And when she finally figured it out? She just rubbed her belly and sneered. "I'm pregnant. With your family's baby. "A proper heir or just a useless girl.

Your parents get to choose." But what she didn't know was that I, Livia Hartwell, was the miracle baby my parents had through IVF. I was the one they fought to have. Ryan, my so-called brother, was just adopted. Because of the IVF complications, I was always sick growing up. Fevers, migraines, constant fatigue. My parents treated me like I'd shatter if someone breathed too hard. They bought this quiet villa in the suburbs of Northbay just for me. Last time Ryan visited, he said he was dating someone new. She'd already moved into the main house.

I was just texting Mom, asking when I'd get to meet her, my future sister-in-law, when the front door suddenly slammed open. Voices came crashing in. "Move! If this house belongs to Ryan, then it belongs to me. Try and stop me again and see what happens!" "Chloe, maybe we shouldn't be here if Mr. Hartwell didn't tell you about this place..." "You don't get it. He loves me. Even if he found out, he'd never scold me." I frowned and walked downstairs. Because of how fragile I was, my parents hardly let me leave the house growing up. Even a cold could send me into a fever for days.

Once, a nanny snuck me out to the park. I got so sick I nearly died. My parents lost it. They fired the nanny, kicked her entire family out of Northbay, and slapped her before she left. After that, I was moved into this villa for constant care. Besides doctors and my parents, I barely saw anyone else. That was how much they treasured me. If these women really barged in and caused trouble, they were screwed. By the time I got to the living room, they had already forced their way in. The one in front acted like she owned the place, barking orders and sending the staff running.

1/3 I opened my mouth to speak, but she was already sizing me up with a nasty look on her face. "So this is why he's always sneaking off. Hiding a little tramp in his love nest." I froze, completely confused. The women behind her stared at me like I was filth. "Look at her. That innocent act? So fake. She's definitely slept around." "Living in a place like this? What a joke. Trash like her doesn't deserve it." What the hell were they talking about? "Who are you? Why are you in my house?" "Your house? Don't kid yourself. Just because he's nice to you doesn't mean you're not the side chick.

I'm Chloe Quinn, and I'm the one who belongs here." Chloe folded her arms with a smug little smirk, leading her pack of mean girls as they closed in on me like they owned the place. "I'm not the other woman. You've got this all wrong. You need to leave before this gets messy." My parents were crazy protective. They never even raised their voices at me. If they found out about this, those women were done for. Even though their insults made my blood boil, I still tried to explain. It was just a misunderstanding. But Chloe didn't care. She rushed forward and slapped me. Hard.

I fell to the ground, everything buzzing. My mind went blank. "You think you matter? Even if I beat you to death right here, what could you possibly do? "You're just some homewrecker. And you want to throw me out? Get real." My ears were ringing. My cheek felt like it was on fire. It was the first time in my life someone had hit me. I lost it. "Get out. Or I'm calling the cops!" I thought that would stop her. It didn't. Instead, she got even nastier. She grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked. "You want to call the cops? Go ahead.

Let's see if they care about me slapping some whore like you." 2/3 Then she hit me again-so hard it split my lip.