Long-Lost Daughter vs. Unborn ‘Heir’ Chapter 02

Long-Lost Daughter vs. Unborn ‘Heir’ Chapter 02 I’m Ryan’s Sister
Chloe tilted her head toward her squad and smirked. “Go on. Teach her a lesson. Show her what happens when someone touches what’s mine.” Her friends didn’t hesitate. They rushed at me, fists flying and feet kicking like I was some kind of punching bag. They didn’t hold back. It felt like they were unloading all their rage on me. “Who the hell do you think you are, threatening Chloe like that? She’s Mr. Hartwell’s official girlfriend. She’s about to marry into the Hartwell family. And you? You think you can compete?” “Yeah. You tried to throw us out because you got something to hide. People like you, messing with someone else’s relationship, deserve to be struck down.” “Honestly, Chloe should’ve put you in your place earlier. Maybe then you wouldn’t be dumb enough to think you could climb into the Hartwells’ world.” “Exactly. No way we’re letting her walk away today.” Pain exploded everywhere. My body felt like it was on fire. My mouth filled with blood. But I finally got it. Chloe… She had to be the girl Ryan mentioned. His new girlfriend. My future sister-in-law. And after hearing what her crew was saying, she only got meaner. She grabbed a vase and raised it high, ready to smash it down on my head. If she hit me with that, I was either going to die or end up crippled. Terrified, I curled up and screamed. “Stop! I’m Ryan’s sister!” They froze. Chloe narrowed her eyes and asked, “You’re Ryan’s sister?” I was shaking all over, curled on the floor, barely able to speak through the pain. “Yes! I’m his sister. I’m Livia. You barged in here and beat me half to death… don’t you think Ryan will make you pay for this?” I thought that would make them stop. But Chloe just stared for a second, then burst out laughing like she’d just heard the funniest thing ever. “Wow. That’s the best lie I’ve heard all year. You really don’t know when to quit. “Everyone knows Ryan’s an only child. I’ve been with him for two years and now I’ve even moved into his family’s house. If he had a sister, I’d know. “And even if you were some Hartwell heiress, why would you be hiding out in some villa? Why didn’t you show up at their family parties? What, were you too scared?” Her friends started laughing too, throwing in their own comments. “Exactly. If the Hartwells had a daughter, Chloe would know. You think we’re that dumb?” “I’ve seen girls like her. They never stop until someone smacks some sense into them.” Chloe spat on the floor and started walking toward me with that same cold, smug look. I stumbled back, tears burning in my eyes. I really was Ryan’s sister. I was Livia, the daughter Mom and Dad had through IVF after everything they went through. Just because I’d always been sick and stayed hidden in this villa didn’t mean I was a fake. That didn’t mean they had the right to beat me. I had to prove it. Panic made my hands shake as I pulled out my phone. I held it out to Chloe, desperate. “I’m not lying! Look, these are pictures of us growing up together. This one was our twelfth birthday, this one’s from a trip we took, and here, Ryan gave me a yacht for my eighteenth…” I kept flipping through the photos, my hands trembling. Then I opened our chat history. The last message was from two days ago, when he came to visit. “Dear Livia, I brought you a rare pink diamond necklace from Zarambia. It’s gorgeous. I’ll bring it over later, but I want a reward. One little hug will do.” “Okay! Hurry though, or I’ll fall asleep!” The tone said it all. We were close. Obviously close. Chloe scrolled through the messages, her eyes narrowing more and more. I thought she believed me. Tears streamed down my face as I cried out. “See? I wasn’t lying. I really am his sister! “We’ve known each other our whole lives. You came in here, didn’t ask a single question, and beat the crap out of me. Ryan’s going to find out about this. I swear he will…”