Never Met, Never Loved Novel

Chapter 3 The engagement banquet I'd been waiting for six months had been ruined, along with the decade of love that we had shared. I lay there in a daze until the pain at the corner of my mouth went numb. Only then did I prop myself up with my left hand. I dialed a number I hadn't reached out to in years. "I regret it. I know you have a way, and I want them to pay the price!" I stayed in the hospital for seven full days. Wilfred got me the best plastic surgery team out there, but he never showed up.

My bedside table was piled with business magazines, every one of them reporting how the Coleman and Powell families were extending their collaboration, forming a powerful alliance. The headline on the latest issue read, "Mr. Coleman's New Marriage Prospect?" My phone chimed with a new message. I had received an anonymous video. In the video, Adeline looked completely unhinged. "I give up! Fine, I admit defeat, okay? At the start, I only used you to get back at Olivia. But later on, I fell for you... I love you. How could I possibly not?

"You designed that villa for me, and you'd arrange my painkillers by date so that I wouldn't forget. Every time I worked late, you'd smoke downstairs while keeping me company... "You even took the blame for me, saying the Greystone Mansion fire was your fault. In the end, you suffered all those knife wounds from Olivia... You have feelings for me, too, don't you?" "Come on, say something!" she added. Adeline questioned him again and again, crying as she screamed. Her assistant tried to stop her, but she slapped her across the face. "Get out!" Wilfred's helpless sigh broke the silence.

I heard his answer, loud and clear. "Yeah, I do." My head was spinning, and it felt like all the blood had drained from my body. Back then, my mom had died in a fire. From her charred hand, the firefighters found a tiny wooden carving of me. I cried so hard, wanting to follow her to the afterlife. In the end, the ninety-nine self-inflicted cuts I'd planned for myself landed on Wilfred instead. He bled and cried, apologizing repeatedly as he claimed my mom had been killed by his enemies in an act of revenge. When the blade sliced through his arm, he held me tight without even flinching.

"It's okay, Livy. I'll stay by your side for the rest of your life, watching over you for your mom. "You still have me, and you're all I have. Just like when we were seven, don't let go of my hand, alright?" But all those moments that had touched me so deeply turned out to be lies. Reading the financial report predicting the Coleman-Powell project's stock would skyrocket, I arranged for the video to be sent to 30 major news outlets. If they loved being a powerful duo so much, then they could crash and burn together at the peak of their glory.

That night, Wilfred suddenly appeared beside my hospital bed, flipping through my treatment notes from the past few days. When he saw I was awake and not screaming hysterically like before, he froze, thinking I had finally learned my lesson. Satisfied, he reached out a hand toward me. But he was destined to be disappointed. I smacked his hand away, hard. At once, his expression darkened. "Olivia! It's just a misunderstanding. How long are you going to drag this out?" he asked. "Did you take the blame for Adeline over what happened to my mom?" I burst into tears.

To my surprise, Wilfred's eyes held no guilt at all, only growing colder. "Turns out you were the one who leaked that video. Adeline wasn't lying at all." Right on cue, Adeline rushed in through the doorway, tears streaming down her face. "Everyone called my mom a homewrecker... "She was a God-fearing woman her whole life, yet your mom ruined her!" My father sat up too, pointing at me as he yelled, "You ungrateful brat!" Everything in front of me turned into a blur. Chapter 4 I wanted to lunge forward and tear them apart, but my body had reached its limit.

Everything went black, and I fell into a familiar embrace, listening to his gentle yet cruel words. "Your mother's tiny wooden carving is in my hands. "Livy, could you please clarify things with the press?" My vision blurred with tears, and I almost let out a laugh. Through gritted teeth, I finally uttered, "That's absurd! "Wilfred, you should have died in that water pit back then!" The smile on his face didn't change. He took my hand, then opened a live surveillance feed. Dozens of bodyguards surrounded my mother's grave, their shovels raised high.

I drew in a sharp breath, my heart almost stopping. "No-don't do it!" Before I could finish, a loud crash came through the video! The framed photo on the gravestone was shattered, and the cracks in the glass made my mother look like she was crying. The pain in my chest became unbearable. I collapsed to the ground, bawling uncontrollably. A flicker of pain crossed Wilfred's eyes, as if he were remembering the ten years he spent hiding in my house while people tracked him down.

Despite all the bruises on my mother and me, and all the nights we cried in secret, we still made sure he never missed a single meal. Wilfred tilted his head back, letting out a heavy sigh. However, he did not order the guards to stop. The grave eventually cracked open from those repeated blows. Meanwhile, my heart broke into pieces. I begged, tears streaming down my face. "I'll do whatever you want! Just make them stop!" His expression softened, and he pulled me tightly into his arms. "I'll forgive you this time, but don't ever give Addie trouble again, understand? "Good girl.

We're supposed to spend the rest of our lives together, remember?" His embrace was still warm, yet I shivered all over. "That person's plane is about to land, Wilfred. You can forget about having a future with me," I thought to myself. On the press conference stage, camera flashes surrounded Adeline and me. I read the script like a puppet. "Ms. Powell's mother was never a mistress. My parents' marriage fell apart way before then..." Wilfred sat in the audience with a frown, clearly not pleased. All of a sudden, Adeline smiled at me.

The next second, countless photos rained down from the ceiling. Those were photos of my mother being harassed by a homeless man! "No! Don't look!" I screamed, trying to grab them. Adeline snatched the microphone and screamed into it. "I've always respected the late Mrs. Powell, but as it turned out, she cheated first and fooled around!" The audience gasped, and I lunged at Adeline in a blind frenzy. But before I could hit her, Adeline's cries pierced through the microphone, echoing across the hall. The scene spiraled completely out of control. "Olivia!" Wilfred's hand held mine tight.

His cold, hard eyes stared into mine, filled with disappointment. "Did you pretend to apologize just to set Addie up? "What happened to the kind-hearted person you once were?" I couldn't hear anything else as I begged incoherently. "Willy, please call the police... My mom does not deserve to be tormented like this..." A trace of pity surfaced in his eyes. Just then, Adeline leaned against his shoulder, sobbing quietly. "I've always thought Olivia truly loved you.

"But the day you took over the family, she dumped a bucket of filth on my mom and called you nothing but a bootlicking tool!" Wilfred chuckled coldly, scooped her up in his arms, and turned to leave. The butler looked at the chaotic crowd and asked anxiously, "Shouldn't we leave some bodyguards with her?" Wilfred came to a halt. He was about to respond when Adeline suddenly fell backward. Editorial Board Editorial Board Our editorial team works behind the scenes to refine each chapter, maintain consistency, and deliver the best reading experience.