Chapter 4

On Claire's account that had millions of followers, she posted a photo with the caption:

“A perfect day: the right dress, the right hand to hold, listening to music I love.”

The image showed her and Lucas holding hands, kissing like no one else existed.

Almost immediately, the media started digging through my old posts—especially the ones where I’d publicly confessed to Lucas. They lined them up next to Claire’s and turned it into an online roast session.

The worst part? Lucas liked one of the top comparison videos.

That made everything worse and added fuel to fire.

“Destiny Meyer humiliated” became a meme.

I deleted my account without another word and sent a message to our company’s PR team.

Ten minutes later, all the related posts and trending hashtags were wiped clean.

...

The day before the engagement party.

I stopped by the office to handle some documents, but before I could even settle in, two of the Whitmores’ bodyguards forced me into a black SUV and drove me straight to their estate.

As soon as I stepped inside, I saw Claire crying on the sofa, tears falling like she was performing for a camera crew.

Lucas sat beside her, whispering sweetly into her ear.

But the second he saw me, his expression turned icy.

“Destiny Meyer, you’ve gone too far. All Claire did was post something online, and you had all her accounts taken down? You know she makes her living on social media. You’ve just destroyed her future!”

I frowned, completely caught off guard.

“I only had my name and related tags removed. That’s all. I didn’t do anything to her account.”

“Still lying?” he snapped. “Who else could pull that off but you? Admit it—you’re jealous!”

“I didn’t—”

I barely got the words out before a cold, mocking voice rang out from the staircase.

“Arguing with your fiancé before the engagement party? Is this how the Meyers raise their daughter?”

Margot Whitmore took a seat across from me with a haughty look.

Lucas’s father, Charles Whitmore, who used to bow respectfully in front of me just weeks ago, now sat with one leg crossed over the other.

“Destiny,” he said, “we don’t approve of spoiled princesses like you. But since we’ve heard you’re desperate to marry our son, we’ll allow it.

“On one condition: you should give us fifty percent of the entire Meyers estate.”

I let out a laugh in disbelief and shook my head, ready to reject it outright.

But before I could speak, one of the bodyguards behind me jabbed me hard in the knee.

I gasped in pain and collapsed to the floor.

Margot waved her hand, and a maid appeared, holding a tray of tea.

“You’ll be our daughter-in-law soon anyway,” she said with a smirk. “No harm in having you serve me some tea a little early.”

...

“Miss Meyer,” the maid said, pushing a cup toward me. “You’ll need to kneel and serve this to Madam Whitmore.”

She shoved a hot cup of tea into my hands. I barely touched it before the heat burned my skin. The cup slipped from my hand and shattered on the marble floor.

“Destiny! You haven’t even learned basic respect for your elders?” Lucas shouted.

I looked down at my reddened fingers and shook my head.

“I’ll only serve tea to my in-laws. Since you don’t want to marry me, and I don’t want to marry you, why should I?”

I planted a hand on the floor and tried to stand, but the bodyguards seized my arms and held me in place.

I fought back with everything I had.

“What do you think you’re doing?! I’m the daughter of the Meyers! How dare you treat me like this?!”

Margot stepped forward, furious, and slapped me across the face.

The impact stunned me, as if every slap from my past life came rushing back in that moment.

“The engagement party is tomorrow, and you’re still acting out?!”

“Lucas, look at this girl. This is who you want to marry? She has no manners nor respect!”

Lucas didn’t even glance at me.

“She’s the one who begged to marry me. If not for her clinging to me, I’d be marrying Claire.”

Claire burst into tears again.

“Lucas, I’ve dreamed of marrying you… but my family doesn’t have power. We could never go against someone like the Meyers.”

She sobbed harder, and Lucas’s expression softened. He walked over and looked down at me like I was trash on the floor.

“You’re the one who schemed to get this engagement party, Destiny. Isn’t this exactly what you wanted?”