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“The pianist. The one with no family, no money, no…” “What is in the bottle, Mother?” My grip tightens around the bottle. She sets down her cup, her eyes meet mine, cold and unblinking. “Birth control. Someone had to protect you from your own stupidity.” The words land like a slap. “You lied to me?” “I've been protecting you. Sophia is the one you should have married. She has connections, money and a future. That girl you dragged to the altar has nothing.” “It's none of your business who I marry,” I reminded her, trying not to lose control.

"What? I just clawed my way out of a hellish marriage, and you want me to jump into another one for revenge?" Marco explained, "This isn't just revenge. It's a statement. It's telling everyone, especially Stefano, that you're not just okay. You're stronger, happier, and you married his biggest rival." He took a step toward me, his gaze warm. "You're not some pawn people get to push around in this game. You're the queen. And I promise, the moment you decide the goal's met or you want out, we're done. No strings attached."

I picked it up and held it tight, the glass cool against my skin. Everything I thought I knew, everything I worked for, shattered in one night. And I had no idea how to put myself back together. Or if I even wanted to. The night stretched on, quietly except for my own ragged breathing. Diana's building loomed ahead, but I could not make myself get out yet. Not until I figured out how to say the words out loud. My sister. My fiancé. Three days before the wedding. How do you even start over from that?

Cain roughly flung her hand away. "I was always meant to marry Mary. You're nothing but an imposter. Since you're not Mary, our marriage is null and void." The so-called Mrs. Bassett clung to his sleeve, shaking it like a drowning woman grasping a log. "Honey, you promised to take care of me forever! Have you forgotten?" Cain's response was a swift and merciless slap. "Shameless! When did I ever make such a promise to you?"

Audrey argued agitatedly, "We never got our marriage license, and I never agreed to the union in the first place! I wasn't even of legal age!" The young man with the limp growled, "I took you back to my place and that makes you my wife! You are bound to me forever!" Audrey's voice cracked. "I didn't agree to it. I fought but no one came to my rescue. You didn't marry me; you raped me!"

Matteo saw the crowd around. He noticed the pool of blood oozing from between my legs. He panicked and tried to approach me to help me up. Tia grabbed hold of his arm. "What was happening?! Why were you planning a wedding with her? She seduced you and you got confused, isn't it?" The crowd surrounded him and started piping, "Sir, have you any idea how brazen that homewrecker was to have attacked your wife?!"

“Guys, I only started making videos because I wanted to share a beautiful love story with everyone. I never thought someone would say something like that about me.” I was completely baffled. What was she crying for? She had been claiming all along that the man in her videos was the CEO of Gibson Corporation. And I was legally married to him. So didn’t that make her the mistress? It didn’t’ take long for her fans to start attacking me too. “You’re probably the other woman yourself. That’s why your mind went there.” “I checked her profile. She’s some woman in her thirties. She’s obviously jealous because Sweetheart is young, pretty, and has a rich, powerful boyfriend who dotes on her.”

When he found out what happened, he announced our wedding that same day. It felt like a dream come true. Except it wasn't a dream at all. It was a nightmare. Dylan didn't love me. Not even a little bit. He hated me, actually. Despised me. And I knew exactly why, because marrying me meant he had to let go of the woman he truly loved, Sophie Bennett. And here's the twisted part: Sophie is my sister. My own flesh and blood. Still, I gathered every bit of courage I had and called him.

He only saw the marriage between us as a gratitude for saving his life— showing up at the last minute to be his saviour. Four years ago, Ryan was bedridden and his life was hanging by a single thread. He had to undergo a surgery but he couldn't find a blood donor to help him as the doctor said it would be impossible without that. Amidst the looming chaos, I stepped in as a volunteer since our blood group matched. His grandma was happy and she had insisted that Ryan paid back the favour by getting married to me. The excitement that welled within me was insurmountable. Finally, my dream of getting married to the man I've always admired from afar had come true.