All Chapters of Forced to Wear My Sister's Wedding Dress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 17

"Your marriage is becoming a liability."The words landed like a stone in still water.Nobody spoke.Julian didn't react. He kept his eyes on the report in front of him, turning a page as though nothing important had just been said. Around the table, however, every pair of eyes stayed fixed on him, waiting for the smallest crack."Explain," he said at last.His voice was calm. The board member cleared his throat. He was older, silver-haired, and carried himself with the quiet confidence of a man who had spent years waiting for the perfect chance to challenge a Castellan.He slid a folder across the polished table.Several newspaper clippings spilled out.Eva's face stared back from nearly every page.Replacement Bride.Run - away bride.Wedding Scandal.Headline after headline, stacked together like evidence waiting for a guilty verdict."Our shareholders have started asking questions," the man said, About the company's stability."Julian finally looked up."Is there a point," he aske

Julian opened the passenger door without a word.Eva remained rooted to the pavement. Cameras were still pointed at her from every angle, flashes bursting as strangers recorded, whispered, and turned her worst moment into tomorrow's headlines."Get in."His voice was quiet, but it sliced through the noise. There was no impatience, no anger—just certainty. The kind that left no room to argue.Eva glanced once at the sea of phones surrounding them.Then she slipped into the passenger seat.The door closed, shutting out the shouting outside.----The first few minutes passed in silence. Nothing but the soft tap of rain against the windshield and the steady hum of the engine.Eva stared out the window, her arms wrapped around herself. Sophie's voice wouldn't leave her alone.Congratulations on stealing my husband.Julian didn't ask why she'd left. He didn't mention the scandal already spreading online or question how she'd slipped past his security."Did she hit you?"Eva turned to him, ca

Stand up."Eva looked up from the guest list spread across her desk.Grandmother Isabella stood in the doorway, one hand resting on her cane, her expression as unreadable as ever."I beg your pardon?""You'll never survive the Whitmore Gala sitting down."Isabella stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind her.Her gaze shifted to the maid arranging dresses by the wardrobe."Give us a moment."The maid lowered her head and slipped out.Only when the door clicked shut did Isabella turn back to Eva."Stand."Eva rose slowly.Isabella circled her once, saying nothing.The silence lasted just long enough to make Eva wonder what the older woman had already noticed."Julian taught you names," Isabella said at last. "That's a good start."She stopped in front of Eva."Names won't matter if you walk into that ballroom asking permission to belong."Grandmother Isabella tapped the floor lightly with her cane."Straighten your shoulders."Eva did."Better.""Now walk to the window."Eva d