All Chapters of Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The Castellan estate had been awake long before sunrise.It felt more like a military operation than a wedding, with staff moving in every direction and people calling out instructions as they carried flowers, boxes, trays, and last-minute decorations through the house. Beatrice stood in the middle of the grand foyer, completely in her element as she directed two different teams of florists at once.“No, not the white lilies near the archway,” she said, pointing toward the arrangement as the head planner hurried past. “We discussed this yesterday. It looks like a funeral. Replace them with the cream roses.”The planner nodded quickly.“And tell the kitchen that the champagne needs to be properly chilled before noon. I don't want anyone serving warm champagne to my guests.”“Yes, Mrs. Castellan.”Beatrice turned to another member of the staff before the woman had even finished walking away.“And the flowers for the head table should be checked again. I don't care if they were already a

The music was still playing when Eva slipped back inside, meaning to retrieve the small clutch she had left in the bridal suite.She pushed the door open and stopped.Clara sat alone in the dark, a glass of Beatrice’s chilled champagne in her hand. The room was lit only by the string lights filtering in through the balcony doors.“Clara?” Eva’s chest tightened. “You’re here.”Clara did not look up. She simply stared at her glass. “I’m here. Adrian insisted. He said I couldn’t hide from family functions forever.”She took a slow breath before continuing. “We aren’t staying here tonight. Adrian booked us a room at the hotel by the pier.”“He just wants you to be safe,” Eva replied, walking closer.“I know.” Clara finally raised her head. She looked tired, and her skin was very pale. “It’s been four months today, Eva. Four months sober.”“That’s incredible,” Eva said.“It’s hard,” Clara admitted, her voice dropping. “Every single day is hard. But I’m still here.”Eva’s eyes dropped brief

Sophie’s last message had been sitting in Eva’s inbox for three days.For three full days, she had stared at the glowing screen, locked in a painful cycle of typing a reply and deleting it. She knew she shouldn't feel responsible. Sophie had brought all of this on herself.Yet, looking around her quiet, comfortable life, a heavy wave of guilt settled deep in her chest anyway.Why did you help me with my debt, Sophie's message had read, when you were the same person willing to leave me to rot in that horrible place?Eva’s fingers hovered over the keyboard. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She needed to end this. She needed to say something that would close the gap, or at least ease the burning weight in her own conscience.Because I love you, she typed out rapidly, before she could lose her nerve. Even when I’m furious with you. That doesn't mean I regret making you face the reality of what you did. But I never wanted you to rot.She hit send.Sophie’s reply came back almost instan

Sophie sat on the edge of the unmade bed in her room, the glow from her laptop screen lighting up her face in the dark room.On the screen, the video clip played for the tenth time. It showed Julian stepping into the room. It showed him freezing as she slid her hands up his chest.Because of the angle of the phone by the lamp, it looked like he was leaning into her touch, his chest rising and falling heavily.Sophie used her trackpad to drag the timeline marker backward. She paused it exactly at the moment Julian’s hands came up to grab her wrists. From the angle, it didn't look like he was pushing her away. It looked like he was holding onto her."Perfect," she muttered to herself, a cold smile spreading across her lips. She tapped a key, cutting the video right there. She deleted the rest of the footage—the part where Julian yelled at her, pushed her off, and ran out of the room.Then she hit play on the edited five-second clip. It was seamless. It looked like a private, breathless

The hospital lights felt too bright and cold, making Eva's stomach twist as she thought about the video she had received the night before.“Sophie Hart,” she said to the receptionist, her voice unsteady. “We got a call. She’s been admitted.”The receptionist checked the screen in front of her before looking up. “Third floor. Ward C.” Her eyes briefly flicked toward Julian before returning to Eva. “Family only, I’m afraid, past the front desk.”“I’m her sister.”The woman nodded and waved them through without further question.Julian’s hand found the small of Eva’s back as they moved toward the elevator, his touch steady despite everything that was still unresolved between them.“I think this is my fault,” Eva said quietly.Julian stopped and turned her toward him. He held her gaze for a few seconds before pulling her into a hug.“None of this is your fault,” he said quietly. “We don’t even know what happened.”Eva said nothing. She simply stood in his arms as the elevator doors slid s