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On my wedding day, the Valerius family locks me out of the banquet hall for 3 full hours to put me in my place.
While my future MIL Victoria sneers, guests gawk, and my fiancé Adrian hides with his white moonlight Vivian, I clutch the red string my mother tied around my wrist—then rip off my veil the second the clock strikes one: "I'm not marrying into this family."
I haul every one of my 36 heirloom chests out of the hotel, exposing their frame-ups, arson plots, and stolen legacy one by one.
I once thought marrying into Old Money was my happy ending. Now I know: nothing beats the dignity of earning my own keep with my craft.
