Series1–Chapter 1
At my own wedding, my fiancé called off the ceremony in front of everyone and slipped the ring onto Eloise Blackwood’s finger instead–the girl who’d stolen my life.
I stood there in shock. I was the real daughter, the one who’d been engaged to him since we were
kids.
The guests stared at me with pity and amusement. There was nothing I could do.
His eyes welled up as he said, “Viv, I just found out… I’m actually your uncle.”
My biological parents rushed to back him up, claiming he was my dad’s long–lost brother who’d been missing for years.
“The merger can’t fall through,” they said. “Eloise will have to take your place.”
I couldn’t believe it. I snuck samples of his and my dad’s hair for a DNA test.
The results came back negative–no relation at all. I was thrilled, thinking it was all just a horrible
mix–up. I rushed to tell him the good news, but stopped dead when I heard him talking to my parents
He snorted. “Seriously? That little nobody thought I’d actually marry her? What a joke.”
“She’s so gullible though. Signed over all her shares without even reading them.”
My mother wrinkled her nose in disgust. “Ugh, she’s so… rough around the edges. Nothing like our sweet Eloise–we’ve raised her to be a proper lady.”
Dad sighed heavily. “Look, Thaddeus, we went through all this trouble so you could marry Eloise.
Just… take care of our girl, okay?”
“Of course,” he said casually. “Eloise is too delicate for all that pregnancy stuff. I’ll just have Vivienne
pop out the kids and hand them over. Problem solved.”
He shrugged. “Besides, Vivienne’s been through hell her whole life. Now that she’s finally ‘home,‘ she won’t rock the boat. She’s too grateful.”
Standing in the hallway, I felt like ice water had been poured through my veins. My chest was so tight I could barely breathe.
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Everything–my loving parents, my devoted fiancé–it was all fake. They just wanted my inheritance.
I pulled out my phone with steady hands and texted an international number:
“Send a private jet to pick me up. I’m done with the Blackwood family.”
The reply came instantly.
‘Boss, what happened?”
‘Don’t worry–whoever messed with you messed with the Westbrook empire. I’ve always got your
back.”
Garrett Westbrook was my right–hand man from my overseas days. Together, we’d built an empire hat had both the underworld and legitimate businesses trembling. Nobody dared cross us.
But I’d always craved the warmth of a real family. When I saw that missing person ad in the newspaper eighteen years later, I nervously came home, hoping to reconnect with my roots. My parents seemed genuine enough at first–they gave me everything I asked for, though their affection
felt a bit… distant.
Then there was my arranged fiancé from childhood. From the moment I walked through the door,
he showered me with devotion.
Now I knew the truth. All that care and attention was just to get their hands on the shares Grandpa
eft me.
After hanging up, I felt that tiny spark of warmth I’d managed to kindle completely die out–like still
water in a stagnant pond.
The wedding I’d been dreaming about for six months had turned me into the biggest joke of the day.
My biological mother texted me: “Vivienne, where did you run off to? Your sister saved both our families‘ reputation by stepping in for you. The least you could do is come help her with the toasts.
What are you even doing?”
Looking at my mother’s true colors now that she’d gotten what she wanted, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly.
We shared DNA and nothing else. No real bond whatsoever.
Just hours ago, she’d been tearing up, holding my hands and saying she’d just gotten me back and
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couldn’t bear to see me married off so soon.
But she didn’t know that I knew everything.
Of course. After all these years, she’d poured all her maternal love into Eloise. To her, I was just a
stranger who happened to share her blood. Eighteen years was a hell of a gap to bridge.
Thaddeus found me sitting alone in the corner and approached with fake tenderness. “Viv, you
know I love you, but… we just weren’t meant to be.”
“As long as you don’t cause trouble, there’ll always be a place for you in our family.”
I let out a cold laugh. Still putting on an act, all for those shares Grandpa left me. They were terrified I’d go to the media and destroy their reputation in high society.
He was about to say more when Eloise’s sickeningly sweet voice piped up behind him.
“Thaddeus, honey, we shouldn’t keep our guests waiting. Let’s go do the toasts.”
He frowned. “Ellie, the doctor said you’re allergic to alcohol. You can’t drink.”
Her face immediately crumpled. “But Thaddeus, even though I’m just filling in for my sister, I don’t
want any regrets on our wedding day.”
He immediately grabbed my arm. “Vivienne, you’re her older sister. Cover for Ellie with the drinks.”
Unbelievable. I wasn’t the bride, but I was supposed to do the toasts?
I stared at him in disbelief. This was the same man who’d just claimed to love me, now demanding I
take drinks for another woman. He’d even forgotten that I was allergic to alcohol too.
He remembered every little thing about Eloise. When we were planning the wedding, he insisted on
white roses everywhere. I’d objected strongly.
He’d just brushed me off, saying white roses looked nice.
I loved yellow roses. Eloise was the one who loved white.
I started laughing, and a tear rolled down my cheek.
Then my mother walked over too. “That’s right, Vivienne. You’re the older sister–covering drinks for your little sister is what you should do.”
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When I didn’t budge, Eloise immediately started dry–heaving. “It’s fine, don’t trouble my sister. I can handle it.”
“Ellie, don’t push yourself!”
Thaddeus and my mother shoved me aside, rushing to fuss over Eloise with fake concern.
When exactly had their attitudes changed?
Probably right after I signed those stock transfer papers before the wedding.
Before I’d signed them, he’d looked me in the eyes with such sincerity: “Viv, I swear on my life I’ll never betray you. If I do, may I die a horrible death.”
After I’d signed them, his eyes filled with fake sorrow: “Oh, Viv, fate’s so cruel. I’m your uncle–I’ll make it up to you in the next life, okay?”
From the very beginning, every move he’d made toward me was calculated. Pure self–interest.
Maybe I should never have hoped for things I was never meant to have.
I threw my wine glass to the floor. “Stop the act. It’s just thirty percent of the shares–I don’t give a
damn.”
I was done with both so–called family love and romantic love.
In three days, I’d be on a private jet, heading back to the world where I actually belonged.
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