Reborn From The Ashes Of Deceit Novel by WriterLola _ Novel




Reborn From The Ashes Of Deceit Chapter 01

Olivia Schultz and San Francisco tycoon Alexander Hewitt had been married for seven years.
On this day, as usual, she headed to the kindergarten to pick up their son, Daniel Hewitt.
As she was about to leave, her son’s teacher pulled her aside. “Mrs. Hewitt, Danny’s been saying lately that Sophia Schultz is the one who gave birth to him, and that you’re… just his nanny. We suggest you pay close attention to his psychological well-being.”
Olivia’s heart plummeted like a stone. Sophia? Her sister?
On the drive back, she glanced at Daniel, engrossed in playing with his toys in the backseat, a growing unease tightening its grip around her. “Danny, sweetie, why did you tell your teacher that Sophia is your real mom?”
Daniel didn’t even look up, fiddling with his little car. “Daddy told me. He said Mommy Sophy had a really hard time when she had me, and I gotta be extra nice to her when I grow up.”
Olivia’s hands, clutching the steering wheel, suddenly went rigid. A wave of icy shock shot through her.
“And what about me?”
Daniel finally lifted his head. “Daddy said you couldn’t have babies, so Mommy Sophy gave me to you.”
At that, his little mouth quivered, and his voice cracked with a sob. “But I want my real mommy.”
A harsh, screeching sound of tires ripped through the air.
Olivia swerved to the side of the road, her vision blurring into darkness.
She couldn’t have babies? Her son was Sophia’s? Daniel had been handed over to her like some gift?
A whirlwind of absurdity and terror crashed over her, and she fought to steady her breath. “Danny, when did Daddy tell you all this?”
Sniffling, Daniel thought for a moment. “Last week. You were away on that trip. Mommy Sophy came over to sleep with Daddy.”
Olivia felt like something exploded in her head, her stomach churning violently.
Instead of heading home, she whipped the car around and sped toward the city’s most reputable paternity testing center.
When the results came back, her hands trembled so badly she could barely hold the thin sheet of paper.
She and Daniel shared no direct parent-child relationship, but the genetic match was unusually high—far beyond normal, suggesting that Daniel’s mother must be someone with an extremely close blood tie to her.
Extremely close… which meant Sophia really was…
The last shred of hope crumbled to dust, and memories from six years ago flooded back, laced with the metallic tang of blood.
With only a month left until her due date, Olivia and Alexander had attended a charity gala. During the event, someone lunged at Alexander with a knife, and without a second thought, she threw herself in front of him.
The resulting trauma triggered massive hemorrhaging and premature labor. She had an emergency C-section, during which her uterus was also completely removed.
She could still recall the excruciating, soul-ripping pain before she blacked out. When she awoke, Alexander was there, his eyes red-rimmed as he kissed her. “Livy, our son’s safe and sound.”
Yet, she distinctly remembered that the earlier ultrasound had confirmed she was expecting a girl.
Alexander had insisted the tests must have been wrong, and she hadn’t dwelt on it.
So, it wasn’t the tests that were mistaken.
Daniel wasn’t the child she’d fought for her life to bring into the world.
Then where was her daughter? Was she even alive?
Shaking uncontrollably, Olivia dialed Alexander’s number. She needed to hear it from him, to demand an explanation.
The phone rang and rang, but no one answered.
Just as she teetered on the brink of breakdown, a breaking news alert popped up on her screen.
“Major Kidnapping at Skyline Golf Course Turns Deadly—Intense Shootout Leaves 1 Dead, 16 Injured.”
The headline was horrifying, and the video playing below made her blood instantly freeze.
In the shaky footage, Alexander grappled with over a dozen assailants, his shirt soaked crimson with blood. His usually impeccably styled hair fell messily over his forehead. In that moment, he looked like a blood-soaked warrior god.
And through it all, his gaze never wavered from the girl being held hostage.
It was Sophia.
Olivia had never seen Alexander like this.
He’d risk everything for another woman, bathe in blood for her, yet when Olivia had been held at gunpoint by kidnappers years ago, he’d never once lost his composure.
Her fingers turned ice-cold, the phone nearly slipping from her grasp.
1 dead, 16 injured… Was he okay? Her heart seized up at that thought.
After settling Daniel, she raced to the scene alone.
By the time she arrived, the place was a chaotic mess, reeking of blood and carnage.
The lead kidnapper had been gunned down by police, and Alexander, drenched in blood, still cradled Sophia securely in his arms.
While waiting for the ambulance, a mutual acquaintance approached, his voice grave. “Alex, you had too many enemies back then, so to protect Sophia, you married Olivia and put her out front as a decoy to draw the fire. I never thought they’d still manage to go after her.”
He paused, asking a question that seemed to have bothered him for years. “But one thing I’ve never understood. Olivia loves kids so much—why didn’t you just tell her she had twins? Why hide it, send her daughter away, and even have her uterus removed?”
Hiding in the shadows, Olivia nearly collapsed. She clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle a cry.
Her uterus… Alexander had it removed on purpose? And her daughter… had been sent away?
She’d never forget how she and Alexander met—all thanks to Sophia playing matchmaker. In fact, she’d been grateful to Sophia for that.
After they were together, Alexander’s devotion to her was the envy of the world.
He’d bought out every billboard in the city to loop her photos, declaring his love to the entire globe.
Later, he poured billions into building a rose estate in the prime location, naming it after her.
Their wedding was the event of the century, with details splashed across headlines worldwide, a fairy tale that left countless people green with envy.
She’d thought she’d finally found her soulmate.
But now, she realized all that affection was just a smokescreen for the woman he truly put on a pedestal.
Alexander married Olivia to push her into the spotlight—to take every bullet meant for Sophia.
But why send away the daughter she’d traded her life for?
Not far away, Alexander’s deep-set eyes momentarily turned cold. “Sophia saved my life once, and from that day, I swore to protect her. As for Livy’s child, I worried she’d compete with Danny for the inheritance one day, so I had to send her away.
“Anyway, Livy will raise Danny well. When he’s eighteen, I’ll let him reunite with his real mother publicly.”
In that instant, Olivia’s heart shattered into a million pieces.
He cherished Sophia and her son, but did that mean her daughter’s life was worthless?
The man sighed deeply and continued, “Well, what if Olivia finds out about all this? How could she possibly handle it?”
Alexander fell silent for a moment before replying, his tone as indifferent as ever, “Sophia’s too innocent and fragile to weather these storms, but Olivia… she can take it.”
She can take it…
A thunderous roar exploded in Olivia’s mind, as nightmarish memories surged like a tidal wave.
On the day he blanketed the city with his grand confession, she was hit by a car, suffering multiple compound fractures. After that, she lay comatose in the ICU for three full months.
The day Olivia Manor was unveiled with a ribbon-cutting, she was abducted and locked in a basement, enduring days of electric shocks and water torture until she broke down, incontinent and teetering on insanity.
On their wedding day, her drink was laced with poison. She vomited blood, barely clinging to life through resuscitation.
Each time, Alexander was by her side, holding her hand, apologizing with tears in his eyes.
“Livy, you have to be strong. I want a future with you.”
She’d believed it was love, that they could weather the storms together.
But now she saw the truth: he had deliberately made her endure the suffering that was meant for Sophia.
She was merely a shield, a pawn, the ultimate victim of his elaborate deception.
The old wounds felt like they were being savagely ripped open. The chronic pain from her C-section, a lasting reminder of her ordeal, suddenly flared up under the intense emotional shock.
She slid down the wall in pain, kneeling on the ground, instinctively calling Alexander again.
Over there, he stared at the screen for a long beat before answering. His voice was as tender as always. “Honey? I was in a meeting, phone on silent. What’s up? Did you miss me?
Curled up on the cold floor, Olivia replied, her voice quivering, “My… my old condition’s acting up. It hurts so much.”
In that moment, she truly needed him.
Just then, the ambulance finally arrived. “Where are the injured?” the staff asked.
Olivia lifted her head with effort, only to see Alexander cover the mouthpiece and hang up abruptly.
He gave her no explanation and no word of comfort. He simply scooped up Sophia and strode into the ambulance.
The anxiety, heartache, and panic etched on his face were so genuine—and so blindingly painful.
Everything he’d ever done… it was never for her.
As the ambulance sped away into the distance, the final flicker of hope in Olivia’s heart extinguished, replaced by a seething torrent of hatred.
The abdominal pain continued to rage, but the hatred gave her the strength to struggle to her feet. She dialed her lawyer.
“Draft up a divorce agreement for me.
“And find me a private investigator. Spare no expense—I need every birth record from UCSF Medical Center on September 1st, six years ago.”

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