Jilted At City Hall, Married A Zillionaire

Harper adjusted the delicate lace of her veil, her fingers trembling slightly against the tulle. The morning air in front of New York City Hall was biting, cutting through the thin fabric of her vintage dress, but her chest felt warm, tight with a nervous sort of joy. She looked up at the massive granite columns, then took a deep breath, trying to force the erratic thumping of her heart into a steady rhythm. This was a calculated risk, playing the part of the naive bride, but it was the only way to get close enough to reclaim what was hers before the Luna family IPO imploded and took her mother's legacy with it.

She reached out, her hand seeking the solid warmth of Bradford's arm.

Bradford flinched.

It was a small movement, a subtle shift of his weight away from her, but to Harper, it felt like a shout. She froze, her hand hovering in the empty space between them. She looked up at his face. His jaw was set hard, his eyes fixed on a pigeon pecking at a discarded wrapper on the concrete, refusing to meet her gaze.

"Brad?" Harper asked, her voice sounding thin in the open air. "Did you forget the rings?"

A screech of tires tore through the morning quiet.

A black stretch Lincoln Navigator mounted the curb, halting aggressively close to where they stood. The heavy door swung open before the engine even settled. Victoria Sterling stepped out. She was immaculate in a charcoal Chanel suit that probably cost more than Harper's entire college tuition. Her heels clicked sharply on the pavement, a military cadence.

Victoria didn't look at Harper. She didn't even acknowledge Harper's existence. She walked straight to her son and slammed a thick, bound document against his chest.

Bradford caught it reflexively.

Harper's eyes dropped to the cover. The bold, sans-serif text read: Luna Family IPO Restructuring: Risk Assessment.

"Based on the 8:00 AM valuation," Victoria said, her voice crisp and devoid of warmth. She finally turned her head, her gaze sliding over Harper like she was inspecting a stain on a tablecloth. She tapped a manicured nail on the cover. "Marrying her is a net negative yield."

Harper's ears began to ring. The blood drained from her face, leaving her lightheaded. "Victoria, we... we love each other," she stammered, the words feeling clumsy and childish as soon as they left her mouth.

Victoria didn't blink. She flipped the document open to the second page. "Your sister, Eden, just secured one hundred percent of the voting rights for the family trust."

The silence that followed was heavy, suffocating.

Bradford's eyes, previously darting and anxious, suddenly focused. He looked at the document. Then he looked at his mother. The tension in his shoulders evaporated, replaced by a cold resolve. He reached up and straightened his tie, a gesture Harper had seen him do a thousand times before board meetings.

He pushed Harper's hovering hand away.

"Harper," Bradford said, his voice steady.