Liam Noah Julian Novel Dump the Toxic Heirs

On my 24th birthday, my father asked which of the Sterling brothers I'd choose.
But I shook my head, refusing both.
Last time around, I spent forty million dollars to buy Liam the land parcel he'd always wanted, intending it as my wedding proposal.
Yet, he publicly ripped up the contract, trampling the papers underfoot, and spat: "I promised your father I'd marry you, but don't expect me to love you!"
Under the mocking gazes of everyone present, I turned away, humiliated, and shoved the engagement ring onto his brother Noah's hand.
The wedding went ahead as planned.
But no one knew that for three years of marriage, he never once touched me.
He also seized my assets and gifted them to that wretched woman I'd sponsored.
Reborn, facing the same question, I told my father:
"I remember the Vance heir is quite handsome. Why not him?"
My father gasped, a sharp intake of breath.
"Julian Vance? He was framed by his illegitimate half-brother and has been in a vegetative state for ages. You want to choose him?"



"That illegitimate half-brother is ruthless. I can't possibly trust you with him. Julian has been paralyzed for three years; only his eyeballs can move. He's not suitable either. Why are you suddenly so set on the Vances?"
"Your mother has been seriously ill and unconscious. If she wakes up and sees I haven't taken good care of you, how will I explain it to her?"
I nodded, my tone casual.
"A low-class illegitimate son? Of course, I wouldn't choose him."
"I was talking about Julian, the one in the vegetative state."
"He's been paralyzed for three years, and his half-brother still hasn't successfully taken over. Do you really think he's completely useless?"
My father sighed deeply.
"What I think doesn't matter; it's what outsiders think. The Sterling brothers Didn't you say you wouldn't marry anyone but Liam before? And Noah, your relationship with him isn't bad either. Either of them would be better than stepping into the Vance family's mess!"
But I shook my head firmly.
"It has to be Julian. No one else is an option."
"Someone who's been to hell and back like him? If I lend him a hand, his gratitude alone would solidify the Hayes family's standing for decades to come."
My father's eyes widened as if he didn't recognize his own daughter.
"Are you saying... Julian's illness can be cured?"
I didn't respond, but my silence was an answer.
Before my father left, I spoke softly:
"Since the Sterlings are useless to us, we can stop our collaborations with them. We've lost enough money over the years; cutting our losses now is the best strategy."
Actually, there was more I didn't say.
It wasn't just that I no longer loved Liam Sterling.
I actually hated him.
In my past life, I pursued him relentlessly for ten years.
When I heard the news of the Sterling family's downfall, my first instinct was to beg my father to intervene.
Considering Liam's pride, I asked my father to structure it as a collaborative project.
Over ten years, the Sterling family profited from us by at least a billion dollars.
It's fair to say that the later Sterling Corporation was sustained by me.
Everyone in our city's elite circles knew me as Liam's doormat.
I thought my efforts would eventually move Liam.
And he did promise my father he would marry me.
After marriage, he was to manage the Hayes family affairs.
But when I proposed, he brutally crushed my self-respect for another woman.
Unwilling to back down, I turned and chose Noah.
I thought I could at least save some face.