After the Fake Heiress Died
Language: en
On my wedding day, my fiancé blocked the car door and wouldn't let me get in. "I'm not here for you today." Seeing me frozen in place, not knowing what to do, his groomsmen burst into laughter. "Game over, boys. I won," my fiancé said, patting one of the groomsmen on the shoulder. "Damn, Lucas, you actually did it. You really got her," the groomsman said. "Transfer me the money you lost plus your wedding gifts. Don't short me a single cent." Then my sister, Vivian, wearing the same style wedding dress as me, got into the wedding car with Lucas's help. The wedding car sped away. I…