Lahat ng Kabanata ng Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

The silence stretched one second too long before Julian moved.He reached up and adjusted her veil, fingers brushing her temple like the touch of a man deeply, tenderly in love.To the three hundred guests holding their breath, it looked like devotion."Don't embarrass me," he murmured, so quietly only she could hear it.Then, louder, to the room: "Let's continue."The ceremony moved fast after that. Vows, rings, and a kiss that lasted exactly as long as decorum required. "Mr. Castellan! Kiss your bride!" a reporter shouted over the noise.Julian turned to her. His hand cupped her jaw, gentle and certain. He leaned down and kissed her like he meant it. Flashbulbs erupted, sealing the perfect performance for the family and the press.But when he pulled back, his lips barely moved against hers. "Don't mistake this for affection."The moment the suite door closed behind them, the performance ended.Julian walked toward the bar, stripping off his tuxedo jacket with smooth, methodical mov

Eva hadn't slept.The photograph sat face-down in her bag like a weight she couldn't put down, its faded blue ink and impossible date burned into her memory even without looking at it again.*Forever.* A date she knew by heart for all the wrong reasons.When Julian told her the family was waiting for breakfast, her stomach sank straight through the floor."I'd rather not—""As my wife," Julian said, already turning toward the door, "you don't have a choice."---The dining room went quiet the moment she walked in.Eva stood in the doorway, waiting for someone to offer her a seat. Aunt Beatrice set down her teacup with deliberate precision. "Replacement brides don't belong at the family table."The silence that followed had teeth. Eva felt her face go hot. Julian didn't even look up from his coffee."Sit," he said.The aunt's mouth tightened, she said nothing further. Eva sat, because it was the only option left.---The coffee came a few minutes later, poured too fast, spilling ho

The headline was still burning behind Eva eyes when the sun came up.She’d read it four times before forcing herself to stop.If Julian had searched for her, spent millions, and believed her dead for five years, why did he look at her like a stranger he resented?She dressed and walked down to breakfast anyway. Hiding had only gotten her a ruined dress and a room full of people who despised her.The dining room was a battlefield."Still here," Julian's aunt sneered, barely looking up from her plate. "How disappointing."A few quiet laughs rippled around the table.Eva reached for the coffee pot herself before anyone could refuse to pass it."Some women don't know when they're not wanted," the aunt added, her voice dropping into a lethal purr.Everyone waited for the blow to land.Julian didn't look up from his tablet."Apologize.The aunt let out a sharp, nervous laugh. "Excuse me?"Julian set the tablet down. The sheer ice in his eyes wiped the smile clean off her face. "I wasn't askin

By six o'clock, Eva had changed outfits twice. Neither dress made her feel like Julian Castellan's wife.The third dress waited on the bed, untouched."I don't want to go to the dinner," she said, backing away from the dressJulian adjusted his cufflinks in the hallway mirror without looking at her."You aren't going for yourself. "I don't know anything about—""You don't need to know anything. You need to smile and say very little." He turned, studying her for a moment longer than necessary. "Can you manage that?""I've been managing worse for a week."Something almost like approval flickered across his face before he turned away.----At the top of the stairs, Julian stopped her with two fingers against her collarbone."Your necklace," he said, already reaching for the clasp, which had twisted sideways somewhere between her room and the hallway.His fingers worked at the back of her neck, quick and efficient, close enough that Eva could feel the warmth coming off his skin, close en

"He is not the only Castellan with a claim to this company."A man's voice carried through the closed study door, low and tight with something that had clearly been building for years. "Keep your voice down," Beatrice hissed back. "Do you want someone to hear you?""Let them hear. It's the truth." A pause, footsteps pacing. "My father built half of what Julian sits on top of today.And what did I get? A board seat with no real power, while he plays husband to some replacement bride and expects the family to bow along with it."Julian earned control the moment his father stepped down. You know how this works. Beatrice added."I know how it works when nobody challenges it." Victor's voice sharpened.His marriage to that girl has already damaged the company.""So?" Beatrice asked "The board is watching."They will be looking for someone steady to step in and clean it up."A long silence. When Beatrice spoke again, her voice had changed , something closer to calculating."And you think