Mistaken for the Sister's Fiancé
Language: en
After I moved into my fiancé’s penthouse, I found his rigid, buttoned-up demeanor utterly exasperating. Every day, it was either a barrage of check-in texts or him insisting we make out like teenagers. At first, he seemed annoyed by my sheer existence, but considering the corporate merger between our families, he had no choice but to indulge my every whim. Until one afternoon. I discovered that the woman Nate Prescott was actually supposed to marry wasn't me. It was my older sister. The moment the realization hit, I was straddling my future brother-in-law’s lap. The edges of my vision went…