After I returned to my wealthy birth family, the fake heiress Megan took me along on ninety-nine dates with her fiancé, Lucas. Every single time, she’d cry to Lucas, “Jenna should be your fiancée, not me. I’m just a fraud.” Megan deliberately locked Lucas and me in a room together, even made me wear her dresses to test him. Every single time, Lucas firmly chose her. Megan got her satisfaction from being chosen over and over again. Until the last time, when Megan demanded Lucas propose to her on a livestream witnessed by millions of viewers. With everyone watching, Megan once again claimed she wasn’t worthy and bought a last-minute ticket to Paris. “Lucas, Jenna should be your fiancée.” She thought this time would be like all the others: Lucas would chase after her. But Lucas just wearily rubbed his temples. “Jenna Morgan, will you marry me?” I smiled as I slipped on the ten-carat pink diamond that was originally meant for Megan, becoming Lucas’s fiancée amid the blessings of guests and elders. After the guests left and only the two of us remained, Lucas looked at the string of red exclamation marks on his phone and rubbed his temples. “Jenna, I’m sorry. If you meet someone you like later, you can come to me anytime to break off the engagement.” “The family will give you reasonable compensation. We might need to attend some events together during this time. Sorry for the trouble.” Because of Megan’s constant “humility,” Lucas had been humiliated dozens of times. The family elders already had issues with him. If it weren’t for me, Lucas and his family would have become the laughingstock of their entire circle today. I nodded gracefully and appropriately. “It’s fine. Until my sister returns, I’ll do my best as your fiancée.” “Don’t blame her. She just lacks security. When she comes back, I’ll return the position of Mrs. Anderson to her.” “I’ll have to trouble you to look after me during this time, Mr. Anderson.” Lucas’s expression darkened considerably when thinking about his runaway bride, but it softened a bit when he looked at me. He transferred thirty million dollars to me as compensation. “If your parents get any news about Megan, let me know.” I nodded at him with concern, then immediately deleted the location information Megan had sent me a few hours ago. She wanted to use me to tell Lucas where she was, like before, for some grand cross-continental romance chase. But now I was Lucas’s fiancée. Did she really think I’d give back what I’d already gotten? Dream on! After Lucas left, I returned to the Morgan house. My parents were sitting on the sofa anxiously calling Megan. When their eyes fell on me, they both seemed hesitant to speak. “Jenna, Megan and Lucas grew up together. They love each other. Your engagement to Lucas today was just a temporary measure…” “Megan is kind-hearted and willing to give these things back to you, but she doesn’t owe you anything.” Megan’s mother had switched us at birth, letting Megan live as the Morgan family heiress for over twenty years, but my birth parents said she didn’t owe me anything. This itself was a form of favoritism. But I just smiled lightly. “I know. Don’t worry, Mom and Dad. Today when my sister left Lucas at the proposal, the Anderson family must have been upset. I only agreed to be Lucas’s bride to help her.” “I’ll take care of Lucas’s family for her and explain things to them. When she comes back, I’ll return to my proper place.” My parents visibly relaxed. “Good girl. When your sister comes back, we’ll definitely find you a good match.” “We’ll find someone from a lower social standing, so you can live more comfortably.” I smiled politely, then turned away. Wait for my sister to come back? By then I’d probably already be married to Lucas.
The next day, I changed into modest, dignified clothing and went to the Anderson family estate. The Anderson family had prospered for hundreds of years with deep roots. This marriage was the Morgan family marrying up. My parents could never find another family like this, which was why they insisted Megan marry into it. But why should I listen to them? I brought gifts to visit Lucas’s grandmother Emma. She was very pleased with my gentle, gracious manner. From then on, I went to the estate every day, sometimes personally cooking a dish, sometimes just keeping Emma company. I didn’t deliberately try to please Lucas, but thoughtfully integrated myself into his life. After running into me at his family home several times, Lucas invited me to attend events as his companion. At my first event of this scale, Lucas worried I wouldn’t understand high society etiquette and might make mistakes, but my performance exceeded his expectations. I conversed naturally with guests, looking like a socialite who’d grown up in wealthy circles. Lucas couldn’t help but smile slightly. In the light, his eyes showed a touch of warmth. “When did you learn all this? I remember Megan saying the family that raised you wasn’t well-off financially. You shouldn’t have had access to this kind of training.” “Not well-off” would be an understatement. I thought of the moldy walls, the drafty windows, and my abusive birth parents, yet I still managed a graceful smile. “I didn’t want to embarrass you. I hired two etiquette tutors.” “Luckily, my hard work these past few months paid off.” Lucas sounded impressed. “To learn so much in such a short time, you are very clever, Jenna Morgan.” I only smiled and said nothing. When I first returned to the Morgan family, Megan secretly mocked me for being unsophisticated, for not understanding proper manners. I still remembered our first meeting when she tearfully apologized to me while deliberately wearing designer clothes worth hundreds of thousands in front of me. Using her fair skin to contrast with my sallow complexion, using her decades of elite upbringing to highlight my rough manners. So with my first payment, I secretly hired etiquette coaches. Whatever Megan knew, I would learn. Whatever she didn’t know, I would learn too. But I wouldn’t tell Lucas any of this. “It’s what I should do.” Lucas was pleased and pulled out a black card. “We’re engaged. From now on, use this card for whatever you need.” I showed a playful smile and happily accepted it. “Thank you, Lucas.” From that day on, my relationship with Lucas grew closer. I would bring him meals during work under the pretense of his grandmother sending them, and attended various occasions with him. I always maintained a comfortable distance from him. Within two months, he’d grown accustomed to my presence. What really changed his view of me was when a French translator had an emergency during a foreign client inspection, and I helped Anderson Corp secure the deal with fluent French. That time, Lucas stared at me for a long while. I smiled at him against the light. Lucas seemed to be seeing me for the first time and was stunned. When we parted that day, his expression was complex. “Jenna, you’re completely different from what I thought. You’re truly an outstanding person.” From that day on, the way Lucas looked at me changed-the way a man looks at a woman. I pretended not to notice and maintained my relaxed attitude toward him. He started inviting me to lunch and dinner, and brought me gifts from business trips. Until one business dinner when a man deliberately tried to get me drunk and take advantage of me. Lucas immediately stepped in front of me and beat the man up. When we went to the hospital, I hugged him tightly for the first time, gripping his hand. “Lucas, please be okay. You have to be okay. It’s all my fault.” He held my hand back, resting his head on my shoulder. “Jenna, don’t worry. I’m fine.” I heard his heart pounding. As we grew closer, Megan, who’d been waiting in vain for Lucas, finally couldn’t stand it anymore. She subtly revealed her location to Lucas through friends back home.
She expected Lucas to be overjoyed and drop everything to find her immediately. But unfortunately, Lucas just stared at the address for a long time and ultimately didn’t go. Megan was furious. Around this time, she learned from my parents that on the very day she ran away, Lucas and I had gotten engaged. She thought Lucas loved her so much-he’d endured her ninety-nine tests, so his failure to come find her must be because the Anderson family elders had interfered. She’d always been spoiled and couldn’t handle the slightest grievance, so she immediately called the Anderson family to confront them. Her words were extremely vicious. “You feudal remnants with your arranged marriages-because your own marriages are unhappy, you want to torment me! I’m telling you, Lucas will only marry me!” “If you have the guts, try making him marry Jenna Morgan. He’d rather die than agree!” Emma happened to answer the call. Hearing Megan’s words, she went straight into the emergency room. Emma was nearly ninety with poor health. This attack of rage sent her into critical condition. She gripped Lucas’s hand, saying her only wish was to see Lucas married. After all, Lucas was born to her beloved youngest son and had been her precious darling since childhood. “Lucas, just marry Jenna. I must see you marry Jenna before I die.” That night, Lucas smoked half a pack of cigarettes and made many unanswered calls. The next morning, he came to me again. “Jenna, let’s get married.” Lucas’s offer was generous-not only Anderson Corp shares but also hundreds of millions in bride price. He said, “We’ve been getting along well lately. I believe you have feelings for me too. Perhaps we can try being like a normal married couple.” “Megan and I did have something in the past, but I’ll let it go. I’ll work hard to be a good husband. Will you marry me?” Lucas looked somewhat anxious. What reason did I have to refuse? This should have been mine all along. The Anderson family began preparing for the wedding. Megan still didn’t know what was happening back home. She was still in Paris waiting for her prince to break through convention, defy all the elders, and appear before her bathed in light. She didn’t know her white knight was already trying on wedding dresses with me, and still sent me provocative messages. “Jenna, I’ve already given everything back to you. Did you get Lucas and our parents’ love?” “Don’t think that just because you’re their biological daughter, you’ll have everything. I’m going to show you that you’ll never compare to me, even when I keep handing you opportunities on a silver platter.” I didn’t respond. I just calmly looked at the smiling bride in the mirror and took a beautiful photo. Megan froze for a long moment, then her phone erupted with countless abusive messages. I didn’t reply to a single one. I calmly blocked and deleted her. Megan’s specialty was the art of strategic retreat. On her first day back home, she said she wanted to return the Morgan family heiress identity to me and cut her wrist with a small knife in front of everyone. My parents panicked and spent an entire week caring for her, not speaking a word to me. The servants, seeing my parents didn’t care about me, fed me cold leftovers for a week. When she returned from the hospital, she pretended to want to give me her room and all the expensive things my parents had bought her over the years. My parents were heartbroken and labeled me as competitive and aggressive. “Jenna, you are our biological daughter, but what has Megan done wrong? She’s already so understanding. Can’t you stop targeting her?” Between us, she was always the winner, always making concessions. Every time she retreated, the distance between me and my parents grew wider. She was using this method to assert her dominance over me, to show me that my parents would only ever love her, and that her fiancé was the same. But this time, she wouldn’t win. After all, not everyone would indulge her infinitely like the parents who raised her for over twenty years. She’d used me to test Lucas hundreds of times. Even when we wore identical dresses, even when Lucas was drugged and locked in a room with me, he firmly chose her side. Then she’d squeal with joy and throw herself into Lucas’s arms, making him pick her up and spin her around. Every time that happened, I’d stand awkwardly to the side, completely reduced to a prop highlighting her charm. Countless instances of indulgence made Megan forget that the most fragile thing in this world is the human heart. I calmly prepared for the wedding with Lucas. Emma’s condition forced us to rush the wedding, but none of the grandeur was spared. The Anderson family hosted a lavish banquet that day. Every relative, friend, and business partner of note was there. The scene I had been waiting for finally unfolded. Even Emma, not yet fully recovered, had left the hospital to preside over our ceremony, sitting warmly in the front row. Below, a sea of elite guests watched the couple on stage. A round of enthusiastic applause faded. The officiant raised the microphone. “Mr. Anderson, do you take Miss Morgan to be your wife?” “I-” Just as Lucas took the mic, the doors burst open. There stood Megan, in a full wedding gown, making her grand, disastrous entrance. “Lucas Anderson, don’t you dare! I don’t consent!”
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