Never Met, Never Loved Novel

Chapter 1 I was known as Los Angeles's most timid heiress, while my stepsister, Adeline Powell, was undeniably its most arrogant. As she forced my head into the toilet and made me drink from it, Wilfred Coleman, heir to an economic behemoth, fired two shots through her hands, even while being chased by hitmen. "Don't you dare mess with her again-she's going to own this city one day!" Adeline, bitter and vindictive, ramped up her cruelty toward me. Ten years later, after relentless effort, Wilfred finally rose to become the head of his family.

Without hesitation, he booked a hotel suite, intending to propose to me. But when I entered the hotel room, I saw him and Adeline completely naked under the covers. Everyone present froze. After all, they all knew Adeline was our shared nemesis. Adeline laughed mockingly as she proudly showed off the marks all over her body. "What's your excuse this time, Wilfred? That you mistook me for Olivia... again? "You were perfectly clear-headed tonight. And you deliberately lost to me when bidding for the project in Pasadena, didn't you? "How much longer are you going to lie to yourself?

You're attracted to competent women like me. Someone as weak as Olivia has never been your type." Wilfred kept that faint smile on his face, but he didn't deny a thing. As the others gasped, he nonchalantly reached for the ring and tried to slip it onto my finger. However, I refused to loosen my grip. I simply said, "You once told me I could do whatever I wanted in Los Angeles once you took control. "Does that promise still stand?" He froze for a second. Then, thinking I was about to compromise just like I had for the past ten years, he smiled and nodded. "Of course." I smiled in response.

The next second, I grabbed Adeline by the hair and dragged her off the bed into the bathroom. I picked up the plunger and slammed it down hard. Filthy water and blood splattered everywhere. In an instant, the calm smile on Wilfred's face disappeared. The plunger suddenly hit the floor, and my ears rang with a sharp buzz. Only when warm blood splattered across my cheek did I realize I'd been shot-by my own boyfriend. The exact same scene had played out ten years ago, when Wilfred risked his life to protect me from Adeline, even threatening her in the process.

But this time, I was the one being threatened. My chest tightened, and a lump formed in my throat. "Wilfred..." "Livy! How could you do that to your own sister? You've changed!" I watched as his lips moved, unable to make sense of his words. Adeline was not my sister! Her mother had shamelessly destroyed my mother's marriage. And because of her, even though I was the rightful heiress, I ended up scavenging trash cans for moldy food. Wilfred never took his eyes off the trembling Adeline. He didn't notice my palm bleeding freely from the bullet wound. My voice was eerily cold.

"Spare me this sickening, lovey-dovey display. "Wilfred, we're done!" Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.