I grew up showered with endless affection. My parents deliberately adopted three girls to raise alongside me, intending for me to choose one of them to marry when I came of age. But they treated me with cold indifference, while showering our family driver’s son, Marcus Greene, with warmth and enthusiasm. Until one incident changed everything. Marcus and I were both kidnapped. Fiona Carter led the charge in abandoning me to save Marcus instead. She said, “You were born with a silver spoon. Someone will avenge you. You don’t need us.” Her words cut through me like a knife, and I suddenly realized just how wrong I’d been all these years. After I recovered from my injuries, I went to my father with a decision. “Dad, I’ve decided to marry Vivian White.” “But her face was damaged in the accident. Are you sure you’re not joking?” Hearing Dad’s question, I simply smiled calmly. “I’m not joking.” “I just suddenly realized that I care for her.” “And she’s the one I should marry.” Seeing my determination, Dad let out a gentle sigh. “As long as you’re happy, we support you.” “I thought you were so attached to Fiona and the others that you’d choose one of them.” When Dad mentioned Fiona and the others, a dull pain struck my chest. I couldn’t help but recall the kidnapping from a few days ago—how coldly they abandoned me without a second thought, then blamed me for wandering off with Marcus. Perhaps I should have realized it earlier. Fiona and the others had always favored Marcus. From the moment they first arrived at our home, they always had. Thinking of this, I swallowed the bitterness and nodded. After Dad and Vivian’s family expressed their support for my decision, I left my parents’ house and drove back to my suburban villa. But as soon as I pulled up to the front door, deafening music from inside made me frown. I pushed open the door to find my tasteful decor transformed into a tacky party scene. And the culprits were obviously Fiona, Rachel, and Claire, all surrounding Marcus in the center. “Damien, you’re back.” The sudden voice made Fiona turn her gaze toward me, her eyes full of disgust. “You dare show your face here.” I opened my mouth to speak, but Rachel, standing beside her, cut me off with a cold snort. “Why wouldn’t he dare? Damien’s rich. How could we compare?” “Who knows what he’s been telling Mr. White about how we abandoned him!” Even Claire, who usually stayed quiet, nodded in agreement. The three of them united against me made me bristle with anger. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “This is my house. Why wouldn’t I come back?” “Besides, I don’t have the time to complain to my father.” Of course, I was also afraid that Dad would get angry enough to damage his health. But my explanation only made them think I was hiding my guilt. “Who knows if you’re telling the truth!” “But now that you’re back, hurry up and apologize to Marcus.” “I didn’t have time to deal with you that day! If you hadn’t dragged Marcus out, how would he have gotten kidnapped?” Rachel spoke first, with the other two nodding in agreement. But Marcus had been the one who asked me to go out that day. How did it become my idea? I tried to defend myself. “That day, Marcus was the one who—” Before I could finish, Marcus, who’d been playing invisible until now, dropped to his knees with a thud, tears flowing instantly. “Damien! Please don’t blame Fiona and the others. They’re just worried about me.” “It’s all my fault. I was the one who asked you to go out that day. It’s all my fault, boo hoo…” His words immediately filled their eyes with sympathy, while their gazes toward me grew colder. “Damien, if you have a problem, take it up with me. Stop targeting Marcus behind everyone’s back!” “I’m ordering you to apologize right now! Otherwise, none of us will forgive you!” Fiona glared at me coldly as she issued her ultimatum. I felt my breath catch, my mind flashing back to the humiliation they’d put me through on my coming-of-age ceremony. The banquet had been filled with important guests. Marcus was supposed to help me get dressed, but just before the event started, he came crying that he’d ruined my outfit. I lost my temper and yelled at him. Then he suddenly collapsed on the floor, tearing at his clothes frantically. “Damien, I’m sorry! Don’t do this to me!” Then Fiona and the others walked in. Without asking a single question, they forced me to apologize. They even brought me an ill-fitting outfit to wear, making me look like a complete fool. When Dad asked about it later, I said I’d suddenly wanted to wear it, afraid they’d get in trouble. Looking back now, I’d been such an idiot! But now? I wasn’t going to indulge them anymore. I raised my head, my eyes fierce as I looked at the three of them and refused loudly, “I won’t apologize!”
“You won’t apologize?” “That’s not your choice to make!” “Someone grab Damien!” Seeing my refusal, Fiona sneered and ordered the security guards nearby, “Hold him down!” The guards stepped forward and forcibly restrained me. I’d almost forgotten—these past few years, I’d shown such dependence on the three of them that everyone secretly believed the White family fortune would belong to them. They’d long since stopped respecting me. A chill ran through my heart as I looked at the three of them with increasingly cold eyes. “What’s with that look? Apologize!” “Listen, Damien, don’t think we won’t do anything just because you’re a White.” “You’re going to need the three of us in the future!” Rachel shot me a glance and spoke mockingly. She looked absolutely disgusting. Who the hell made them think this way? I couldn’t understand it. I tried to struggle free, but the grip on me only tightened. They didn’t release me until I was forced to bow my head to Marcus in apology. “Today’s just a little punishment.” “Behave yourself, or you’ll regret it!” After issuing their threat, Fiona and the others left with Marcus, surrounding him like he was royalty. I collapsed on the floor, watching clearly as Marcus shot me a provocative look. I clenched my fists in rage. Just then, my phone rang. It was Vivian calling. I answered, forcing myself to calm down. “What is it?” “Nothing much. Just reminding you not to forget to select the wedding venue and pick out your suit.” Her low voice sounded in my ear, making me momentarily dazed. By the time I snapped back to reality, she’d already hung up. That woman was quick! I had no choice but to pick myself up, quickly clean up, and head out. I went to redesign the wedding venue I’d originally prepared for the three of them. I just didn’t expect them to be shameless enough to rush over after being notified.
“Damien, you’re really shameless! That desperate to get married? We just punished you and you’re already here setting up the venue!” Rachel looked at me with disgust. The others wore matching expressions. I tried to be patient and explain, but before I could open my mouth, Fiona ordered the security guards who’d followed them to tear everything down. “Throw out all these disgusting flowers!” “Replace everything with white roses—Marcus’s favorite.” “Damien, even if you get married, the wedding has to be what Marcus likes. You owe him this.” As her words fell, the flower arch I’d just had set up was kicked over. I couldn’t react in time, still trying to figure out what I supposedly owed Marcus. “Fiona! I’m not marrying any of you three. You have no right to destroy my venue!” “Not us three? That’s hilarious. Everyone in our circle knows how obsessed you are with us!” “Obviously it’s—” Before I could finish, a loud crash came from behind me. I turned to see the guards had already smashed the area where I planned to display our wedding photos. Others followed suit, destroying other parts of the venue. In the blink of an eye, half the wedding venue was ruined. “Stop! What right do you have to destroy my wedding venue? Who gave you permission!” “Stop right now!” But they ignored me, their actions not slowing at all. I shouted until my voice was hoarse, but couldn’t stop them. I watched helplessly as my carefully arranged venue turned into a complete mess. And the perpetrators stood before me, nodding with satisfaction. “Much better! Good riddance to all that eyesore.” “Let’s go! We still need to take Marcus to the bakery!” Rachel smirked and left with the group. Leaving me standing there alone. It took me a while to collect myself and stand up. I didn’t have time to settle scores with them. Right now, the most important thing was to redesign the wedding venue and select the suits. Nothing else mattered. As for those three, I’d already made a mental note of everything. Once the dust settled, I’d make them pay. By the time I finished redesigning the wedding venue, two days had passed. My wedding with Vivian was drawing closer. I couldn’t control my excitement, and even wore a smile I hadn’t had in days when I went out to try on suits. But when I arrived, I found Fiona, Rachel, Claire, and Marcus already there. The four of them acted as if I didn’t exist, intimately clinging to each other. And Marcus was wearing my carefully selected custom suit—the one my father had given me as a coming-of-age gift. Italian handmade, priceless. Fiona, standing at the edge, noticed me first and scolded impatiently. “What are you doing here? Did you have someone tip you off again?” “You really can’t live without us, can you? And you say you’re not trying to marry us—this suit is the one we all picked out together back then!” “Marcus wants to take photos with us and doesn’t have a proper suit, so we’re letting him borrow yours.” “Consider it a chance to make amends.” She stopped paying attention to me and joined Rachel and Claire in complimenting Marcus. Every word implicitly belittling me. “Our Marcus looks so good in it. So much better than certain people with evil hearts!” “Such a shame. If we didn’t have to have someone get married, I’d want the four of us to stay together forever.” Rachel couldn’t help but sigh, prompting Marcus to comfort them. “It’s okay, Rachel. No matter who marries whom, the four of us will always be family.” I trembled with rage and said through gritted teeth, “You like Marcus so much that you’ll steal people’s clothes for him to wear?” “Fine! I’ll make sure people see just how shameless you are!” I raised my phone to photograph them. Seeing this, Fiona furiously ordered people to drag me away. “She’s crazy, the crazy woman! Get her out of here!” Then I was thrown outside, forced to watch helplessly as my precious suit stayed on Marcus’s body. And I was powerless to stop it.
I stood outside the boutique for a full hour, watching them take group photos with Marcus in formal wear. Then they did a painting-themed photoshoot, getting paint all over the suit. With each stain, I regretted my past blindness more and more. After they finished, they threw the ruined suit at me. “Pick another one yourself. Oh, and the photos will feature the four of us.” Rachel said provocatively in my ear. But I couldn’t hear anything. My mind kept repeating one sentence. The suit was ruined. I returned to my parents’ house in a daze and lay down, unable to hold back my tears. Knock knock. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I opened it to find Mom holding a box, looking mysteriously pleased as she handed it to me. “What’s this?” “Open it and see.” Following Mom’s suggestion, I opened the box to find a suit. Mom smiled beside me. “You don’t know—Vivian had someone deliver this. She’s so thoughtful.” “And she designed it herself!” Hearing this, my heart started pounding. I suddenly felt that my decision to marry her was the right one. I took out the suit and tried it on. It fit perfectly. I could even imagine what Vivian and I would look like standing together. This woman… she was pretty good. I smiled and sent her a selfie. Soon I received her reply. After that, to avoid running into Fiona and the others, I stayed home until right before the wedding. Soon, the wedding day arrived. On the wedding day, the White family arranged a grand motorcade parade, and multiple city landmarks displayed live broadcasts of the ceremony. It showed how much Vivian valued me. At ten in the morning, I slowly walked up to the ceremony platform, nervously waiting for Vivian’s arrival. Meanwhile, Fiona and the others were drinking at a private club with Marcus, watching the broadcast with cold smiles. “I want to see where he finds a bride to marry without us three.” “Exactly. He needs to be taught a lesson. When we say we were busy, he’ll still protect us. No need to worry about Mr. White getting angry.” Rachel clinked glasses with her companions after speaking. And on the big screen, I had already slowly walked onto the wedding platform. My heart was full of anticipation as I waited for Vivian’s arrival. “Fiona, is this really okay?” Marcus held his wine glass, blinking as he spoke, secretly delighting inside. The others felt a bit uneasy but still pretended nothing was wrong. When the time came, Fiona stood up first, only to find Rachel, usually the loudest, frozen in place. “What’s wrong, Rachel?” Fiona asked. “Fiona, I think Damien was telling the truth. The bride isn’t one of us…” Fiona looked up at the big screen. When she saw the figure walking toward me, she froze. “Vivian White!”
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