Real Heiress Sister Stole My Fiancé
My family sold one of their properties to put me through school abroad.
Nathan Kingsley and I had been together three years. Two of those were long-distance.
Through those two years of me alone overseas, he never broke contact — airport pickups, long phone calls, every anniversary remembered. I'd never once doubted him.
I thought distance hadn't beaten us.
The day I flew home, he was waiting at Arrivals with a bouquet of flowers. He smiled and said, "Finally."
We set the engagement date. We picked out the dress. We booked the reception.
The day the wedding march began and I stood at the top of the aisle looking at him, I thought — these three years were worth every minute.
Then the doors behind me opened.
My sister walked into the chapel, in a white dress, and slid her arm through his.
She smiled at me.
"Sorry, sis. Those airport pickups? I'm the one who sent him. For the last three years, he's been mine the whole time."