No Trace of Love and HateChapter 1
When the car accident happened, my CEO brother and my actor fiancé instinctively shielded Alessia Bellucci, the delicate, beautiful flower they nurtured.
I was sent flying hundreds of meters. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day before my debut press conference.
In my past life, the moment I took a step closer to Nicholas Dumont, he immediately distanced himself, making a show of avoiding suspicion while publicly mocking me. I had never intended to use his fame to my advantage.
Even my own brother looked down on me, dismissing me as someone who relied solely on family wealth, unworthy of competing with Alessia Bellucci, who had risen without any backing.
And yet, now, they stood beside Alessia. One stood firm on the left and the other on the right, supporting her.
With the CEO’s influence and the actor’s endorsement, she soared to instant stardom.
I gave up completely. I booked a plane ticket and left, determined to start a new life abroad.
Three years later, Alessia swept the Best Actress Awards. At the ceremony, by coincidence, I was seated next to Nicholas.
He sneered at me.