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The True Heiress He Lost: I Left and Never Looked Back Novel Cover

The True Heiress He Lost: I Left and Never Looked Back

Audrey had been abducted by the trusted housekeeper for ten years before finally returning to the Winslow family. Upon her return, she discovered that the housekeeper's daughter had been adopted as the Winslow family's own, and her fiancé was particularly attentive to this adopted daughter. In response, Audrey had the housekeeper imprisoned and evicted the adopted daughter from the house. However, her parents and fiancé berated her harshly, consistently siding with the adopted daughter. Feeling betrayed and unwelcome, Audrey decided to sever ties with the family.
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Chapter 7

"But..."

Julian had just started to refuse when Beatrice chimed in, "Exactly. Tomorrow is a big day. Nothing can be allowed to go wrong."

The staff joined in from the side, chanting, "Propose! Propose! Propose!"

Julian shook his head with an indulgent smile. "You guys are impossible..."

With that, he dropped to one knee, pulled out a huge diamond ring, and said tenderly, "Lillian... From the moment I met you, I knew you would become the most important person in my life. No matter whether we face wealth or poverty, life or death, I'll stay by your side and never leave you... I love you. Will you marry me?"

"I will..."

Lillian's eyes filled with tears of emotion, and even Edward and Beatrice wiped at the corners of their eyes.

Julian slowly slid the ring onto Lillian's ring finger. Someone nearby started egging them on. "Kiss her! Kiss her!"

Julian glanced at Audrey as if he were about to refuse, but Lillian suddenly threw her arms around him and kissed him first.

His whole body stiffened for a second, then he immediately cupped the back of her head and deepened the kiss.

Audrey watched everything in front of her and tugged faintly at the corner of her mouth, as if none of it had anything to do with her.

After everyone finally left, Audrey went back to her room early to rest.

Tomorrow was the day Julian and Lillian would get married. It was also the day she would leave.

But when she opened her eyes the next day, she found herself tied back-to-back with Lillian inside an abandoned warehouse.

Both of them had bombs strapped to their bodies, each one already counting down.

"What is this?"

Panic rose in Audrey as she began struggling desperately.

Lillian only let out a soft laugh. "Don't waste your energy. You're not getting out."

Audrey understood at once. This had all been staged by Lillian.

"Lillian! Isn't today your wedding day? What the hell are you trying to do?"

"You've got some nerve bringing up the wedding!" Lillian snapped. "Who told you to outshine me just by putting on a bridesmaid dress? Who told you to be the real daughter of the Winslow family? My mother should have killed you back then. That way you never would've come back to take my place!"

"Lillian, you've lost your mind! If you do this, you'll die too!" Audrey said urgently.

But Lillian suddenly laughed, looking smug and triumphant.

"Die? How could I possibly die? Mom, Dad, and Julian love me most. There's no way they'd let me die. The one who should die is you."

Seeing how completely unhinged Lillian was, Audrey stopped wasting words on her and struggled with all her strength. But the harder she fought, the tighter the ropes cinched, nearly crushing the air out of her.

Then a rush of footsteps sounded outside. Her parents and Julian came hurrying in.

Every one of them looked disheveled, breathing hard.

"What the hell is going on here?" Julian roared.

Lillian immediately cut in. "Mom, Dad, Julian, don't blame Audrey. She was just too upset. She didn't want me marrying Julian, so she staged all of this herself..."

"That's not true!" Audrey shouted anxiously. "If I really wanted to ruin the wedding, I could've just kidnapped Lillian. Why would I drag myself into this too? She planned all of this on purpose!"

"Enough!" Julian wouldn't listen to a word of it. "Audrey, I told you already, this is just a fake wedding. Did you really have to go this far?"

Beatrice said impatiently, "That's enough. If we don't get moving, we're going to be late for the wedding."

Edward nodded in agreement.

The three of them stepped forward, untied Lillian, and turned to leave.

Before leaving, they still remembered to tell Audrey, "We're heading to the wedding venue first. You can come by yourself later."

"No! Don't go, the bombs are real! They're going to explode! Untie me!" Audrey screamed until her voice turned ragged, but it was useless.

Not a single one of them looked back at her.

The countdown on the bombs sounded like the tolling of death. In Audrey's mind flashed the memory of her parents singing around her on her seventh birthday.

But in the end, all that remained was the image of them walking away with Lillian in their arms.

The countdown sped closer and closer to zero, and Audrey's despair deepened with every second.

With only ten seconds left before the bomb exploded, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Audrey!"

Dorian sprinted toward her, tore the ropes loose, and swept her into his arms before running for the door.

The explosion roared through the air, and the shockwave threw both of them hard to the ground.

Before she lost consciousness, Audrey heard only one last sentence. "Audrey, I'm taking you home."

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