When The Unwanted Bride Becomes The Most Pampered Heiress

As the officiant's jubilant words rang out, "Mr. Bryson Hardy, you may now kiss your bride," Marissa Fletcher, adorned in her bridal gown, flung open the doors of the chapel, only to be struck by the sight of her fiancé locking lips with her adopted sister.

This was meant to be the day Marissa and Bryson exchanged vows.

Years prior, the Fletcher and Hardy families had forged a betrothal pact. Bryson, raised overseas by the Hardy family, had lost his sight and hearing in a tragic mishap. Upon his return, it was Marissa who devotedly tended to him, guiding him through his recovery.

He had vowed to give her a splendid wedding once he was completely recovered.

Though Marissa was absent on the day he regained his health, Bryson kept his promise, discussing with the Fletchers and planning their wedding.

Yet, in a hall brimming with guests, Marissa was not the one standing as the bride.

How could this betrayal unfold?

"Hold on!" Marissa's voice sliced through the murmurs, capturing every gaze.

The officiant faltered, stuttering, "Why... is there another woman in a wedding dress?"

Undeterred by the sea of curious eyes, Marissa hoisted her gown and marched toward Bryson. "Bryson, I'm the one you're meant to wed, not Evelina!"

Bryson's expression hardened. "Marissa, what nonsense are you talking about?"

"Marissa." Evelina Fletcher's voice quivered, her face ashen. "I know you've always resented me, but today is my wedding to Bryson. Please, wish us well."

"Evelina, don't fear her," Bryson said, stepping protectively in front of her, his eyes cold as they met Marissa's. "Marissa, you're aware of my condition. Evelina cared for me in my darkest time. In honor of our families' old engagement, I've decided to marry her. She's also a Fletcher daughter, after all."

"Cared for you? I'm the one who nursed you back to health!" Marissa cut in, incredulous. "Are you out of your mind? When was Evelina ever betrothed to you? She is just an adopted daughter!"

"That's enough!" Susanna Fletcher, Marissa's mother, stormed forward, her hand striking Marissa's cheek with a sharp slap. "Evelina is our true daughter. You've stolen her life, and now you dare cause a scene?"

Marissa clutched her burning face, staring at her mother in disbelief. "Mom, what are you saying? How could Evelina be..."

Her words trailed off as painful memories washed over her.

Though raised as a Fletcher, Marissa had been denied the warmth of her parents. She treaded carefully, offering respect to her stern parents, never daring to get too comfortable at home.

Her mind drifted back to the day she first met Evelina—it was at a crowded train station.

Evelina was quarreling with a man, accusing him of betraying her after they had moved to the city.

When the man grew violent, Marissa instinctively intervened. Instead of gratitude, she found Evelina clutching her arm desperately, pleading for a chance to work in exchange for food.

Pressed for time and overwhelmed by her own packed schedule, Marissa