I Married My Ex-Fiancé’s Rival at Our Wedding のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 7

The white roses were everywhere. They had been flown in from the Netherlands at a cost that could have bought a mid-sized apartment. Their scent was thick and cloying, trapped under the high vaulted ceilings of the cathedral. I stood at the altar in a silk Haute Couture gown that felt heavier with every passing second. I didn’t look at the flowers. I looked at the man standing across from me, and I felt nothing but a dull sense of anticipation."I’m sorry, Scarlett."Arthur Sterling’s voice cracked as it hit the microphone. The sound echoed through the church, cutting through the murmurs of five hundred socialites. He wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were fixed on the front row, specifically on my half-sister, Penelope. She sat there with her hands pressed to her chest, her eyes brimming with well-rehearsed tears."I can't go through with this," Arthur continued, his voice gaining a desperate kind of strength. "I can't marry you when my heart belongs to someone else. It’s Penelope. It h

The Pierce mansion had always felt cold. Even with the heaters running and the sun streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the air inside was thin. It was a house built on hollow prestige and my father’s greed. I pulled up to the front gates in one of Alexander King’s black sedans. I wasn't here to make amends. I was here to take what was mine and burn the bridge behind me.I walked through the heavy mahogany doors. The lobby was quiet, except for the clinking of china. In the center of the room, Victoria, my stepmother, was sitting on a velvet sofa. She was pouring tea with the practiced grace of someone who had spent decades pretending to be royalty. My father sat opposite her, his face buried in a newspaper. Penelope sat next to them. Her eyes were red and puffy, but the moment she saw me, her expression shifted. The fake sadness vanished, replaced by a look of sheer triumph."Oh, look who decided to crawl back," Victoria said. she didn't even look up from her teacup. "Scar

The news of the Mevoy boutique incident spread through Banyan City’s elite circles like a fever. By dinner time, everyone was talking about the woman who had walked into a high-end store in a plain polo shirt and bought out the entire inventory with a King’s Black Card. The Pierce family tried to spin the story as a misunderstanding, but the damage was done.Arthur Sterling was in a much worse position. While the city gossiped, he was drowning in legal notices. The lawyers from the King Empire were ruthless. They didn’t just ask for the ten million dollars; they demanded it within a twenty-four-hour window, backed by a pile of breach-of-contract penalties. For a man whose assets were tied up in stalled developments, it was a death sentence.That evening, I was in Alexander’s study. The room was large, lined with floor-to-ceiling bookshelves that held volumes older than the Pierce family’s entire lineage. I sat on a leather sofa with a glass of dark red wine, reading a report on the St

The silence in the Grand Hyatt ballroom was thick enough to feel. The guests, who had spent the last hour praising Penelope and Arthur, were now frozen. All eyes were on the King’s Blood necklace—the diamonds were so bright they seemed to pull all the light in the room toward me.Penelope couldn't stand it. I watched her grip tighten on her glass of red wine. Her face, which had been carefully painted to look innocent and "soft," was starting to twitch. She had spent her life thinking she had won because she stole Arthur. Now, she realized that while she had taken my leftovers, I had taken the entire table.She let go of Arthur’s arm and started walking toward us. She forced a smile, but it looked more like a grimace."Scarlett!" she called out. Her voice was too loud, cutting through the murmurs of the crowd. "I was so worried about you after yesterday. I’m so glad to see you’ve... found someone to take care of you so quickly."She reached us in a few hurried steps. As she got closer