My sister ran away, so I married her billionaire

t my reflection, but I don't recognize the person looking back at me. This dress was made for Celeste. It fits her tall, perfect body like a glove, hugging her waist an

s. She doesn't even look at me. Her eyes are fixed on the doorway, waiting for Celeste to return. "If yo

ws what to say, who inherited our mother's grace and our father's ambition. I am just Elena, the quiet younger sister who stayed away from the family business to hide behind sketch pads and interior design p

ay, Celeste

teps into the room. His face is as pale as a ghost, and hi

th a bright, fake smile on her face. "The gues

ce tight and shaking. "She

r across the marble floor with a sharp clatter. "What do you me

ea. He holds up a small, folded piece of pink hotel stationery. "She left a note. She said she couldn

er, the golden girl who was supposed to marry the most po

ith Vale Industries... If Adrian Vale finds out he has been humiliated in front of the entire f

ks ago, and just the sound of his voice made my heart race with a strange, impossible familiarity. He is thirty-two, ruthlessly cold, impossibly rich,

tsteps heavy. He stops right in front o

oice cracking with desperat

ad. "No. Father, no. What are you t

ize our assets. Hundreds of innocent employees who have worked for this company for twenty years will lo

rry Adrian Vale? Father, he was supposed to be my brother-i

ers, his voice breaking compl

let hundreds of innocent people suffer just because my sister got cold feet. My hands sh

the heavy chu

the long white aisle. Hundreds of wealthy guests sit in the wooden pews, whispering behind their hands, but I don't loo

an V

him to look at me with confusion or fury when he realizes the bride walking toward him is the quiet

't sur

s in his gaze, like a predator who has finally cornered the prize he has been hunting for a very long time. He watches me step up onto

possibly familiar, instantly dragging up a forgotten memory of a dark, beautiful night three

aving, wondering what kind of

y says, "You have no idea how l