Swapped Vows at His Castle, Swapped Bride at the Altar

Three days before my wedding, I find out that my fiancee, Ivy Carlton, has changed the wedding venue from my grandfather's home—that's located up in the south—to Jonah Jennings, her childhood friend's favorite castle in Staravia.

When I'm about to confront her, I overhear her complaining to her friend, "Thank goodness Jon's a man with taste! Otherwise, everyone's going to make fun of me for the rest of my life!"

Her friend asks, "Didn't you agree that you'd hold the wedding ceremony in Theo's grandpa's house? Aren't you worried that he might not marry you out of fury when he finds out?"

Ivy chortles in response.

"The Sterlings are on the verge of bankruptcy. Marrying me is Theo's only ticket out of poverty. He can't risk losing me at all.

"I've already arranged for the wedding planner to call him and inform him about the change. He's most likely rushing to change his flight."

Rage and resentment swell in my heart. I clench my fists tightly, but in the end, I turn on my heel and leave.

Three days later, the wedding is held in the castle, just as Ivy has planned.

I never changed my flight, nor did I show up at the castle. Instead, I choose to exchange rings with another woman in my grandpa's courtyard.

Till now, Ivy still doesn't understand that I want to marry her because we've been dating for ten long years, not because I view her as a ticket out of poverty.

But now that I've woken up from my dream woven of fantasies, it's time for me to make choice.

Not long after I left Carlton Corporation, Ivy Carlton sent me the address of a castle in Staravia, along with a photo of it. It was a cream-colored castle with limestone walls and a red and gold dome. It looked extremely opulent.

And right in the center of the photo was Jonah Jennings, wearing a white T-shirt and jeans, standing tall and straight.

My finger lingered on Jonah's smiling face for two seconds, and a wave of absurdity washed over me.

I was supposed to be the groom, and this was the wedding venue Ivy had chosen for us. Yet, the star of the photo she sent me was her "childhood friend" whom she had always told me not to worry about.

After that, Ivy went silent. I knew her well enough. She probably figured the wedding planners had already contacted me, so she just simply sent me the address, as if afraid I wouldn't know where to go when rebooking flights.

There was a tight knot in my chest. I could not understand it. She had already agreed to hold the ceremony at my grandfather's home. So why did she change everything just because Jonah liked it?

By the time I got home, it was already dark. I happened to overhear Ivy snapping at the housekeeper.

"Theo isn't a child. Why does he have to bother me just because he got