My Sister Gave Away My Bride

The morning of my wedding, my own sister locked me in a bathroom stall.

The boy I had sponsored out of poverty couldn't bear to see my fiancée standing alone at the altar, so he stepped up and married Lillian Gates in my place.

My sister was so moved that she claimed him on the spot as a brother and let him complete the marriage alliance with the Gates family in my name.

My fiancée said, "Silas, you healed my legs. I love you. I respect you. But Liam and I have already registered our marriage. From here on, one of you is my husband, and the other is my boyfriend. Things between us can stay the same… alright?"

I slapped her across the face.

What she did not know was that her legs were never fully healed. In seven days, without my brace, she would be unable to walk again.

What she also did not know was that my sister–so certain of her schemes–had never even seen our parents' will.

So what made her think the company had been left to her?

I climbed out of the bathroom stall and limped into the hall. The first thing I saw was Lillian Gates, her hand in Liam Forrester's, smiling as she toasted the guests.

"Thank you all for coming today to celebrate my wedding with the White family heir. This marks a new step in the partnership between the Gates and the Whites."

Lillian stood with him on the elevated platform. She deliberately left Liam's name vague. Many in the room still believed the man engaged to her was me.

The applause thundered through the hall.

Lillian caught sight of me out of the corner of her eye. Her expression darkened. She shot me a warning look–telling me not to cause trouble.

Liam followed her gaze. His face lit up. He quickly walked over to me.

"Brother, perfect timing. Today is a double celebration. Come, have a drink with us."

Before the ceremony, my sister Charlotte White had suddenly said she needed to speak with me urgently. She pulled me into a bathroom stall and locked me inside.

Moments later, a bucket of foul-smelling dirty water was dumped over the door.

My tailored suit was soaked through, the stench overwhelming. The staff nearby pinched their noses, their disgust impossible to hide.

Charlotte rushed over, trying to pull me away.

"Silas, whatever it is, we can talk after the ceremony–"

She cried out.

My hand had already struck her across the face.

She clutched her swollen cheek, staring at me in disbelief.

"You hit me?"

I let out a cold, mocking smile and said nothing. I raised my hand again.

Before it could fall, someone grabbed my wrist.

Lillian's face was cold and tense.

"Silas, you've gone too far. You skipped our wedding and made me a laughingstock. And now you're hitting your own sister?"

I looked at the woman I had grown up with. My chest tightened. I was about