“You’re already married! Why are you here to register again?!
“Don’t you realize it’s a crime to be a bigamist?”
…
Keira Olsen, startled, stepped out of the courthouse, holding a just-printed marriage certificate.
The man who had accompanied her here to register looked at the stunning woman and lamented, “Miss Olsen, you’re already married. Why did you hire me for a sham wedding?”
After saying that the deposit was non-refundable, he left in a hurry.
Keira bit her lip, still reeling from the shock.
She’d never even had a boyfriend. How could she possibly be married?!
She lowered her head to look at the printout in her hands.
In the certificate photo, the girl appeared a bit constrained with a forced smile. The mole on the corner of her eye proved that it was indeed her. As for the man…
He had heavy features and a prominent nose. His thin lips curved into a faint smile as he stared into the camera lens intently as if they were piercing through the paper.
His mystery and commanding presence couldn’t be concealed, even in a black-and-white photo.
She then looked at his name: Lewis Horton.
She was certain she never met this man!
What on earth was going on?!
Keira took out her phone, snapped a picture of the certificate, opened WhatsApp, and sent it to a contact with a black avatar. “Help me figure out who this is.”
She got an instant reply. “Got it.”
Only then did Keira momentarily set aside her confusion. She climbed onto her old electric scooter and slowly rode into an upscale villa area, returning to the Olsen family.
Today was her older sister, Isla Olsen’s, big day. Her future husband was coming over for the betrothal.
The house was brilliantly decorated with servants busying about in an orderly fashion. A few temp workers had also been hired for the occasion.
Keira parked her scooter in a corner and heard the chatter of the temp workers and servants she passed by.
“Who is she? She’s so pretty!”
“Shush, she’s the illegitimate daughter that the Boss doesn’t acknowledge.”
“Her mom was the mistress. When Mrs. Olsen was about to give birth, she showed up heavily pregnant, demanding rights, and they both delivered on the same day. That old woman has got balls. She has made up all sorts of excuses and not left the house.”
“At least Miss Keira knows her place. She moved out in junior high and hasn’t been back for many years. I wonder what brings her here today…”
Keira kept her gaze lowered, pretending not to hear their talk, and walked into the living room.
Her mother, Poppy Hill, was waiting at the door. The woman, still elegant at such an age, anxiously pulled her upstairs as soon as she entered the house. “Come with me to see your sister. By the way, did you get the marriage certificate?”
There was no emotion in Keira’s voice. “Yes.”
It was technically true, even though the groom was someone else.
“That’s good. You have to remember your place. Jake Horton is your sister’s fiancé. He’s from a high-ranking noble family, something an illegitimate child like you could never hope for! Only your sister is worthy of him!”
Hearing these words, a touch of mockery flashed in Keira’s eyes.
Jake Horton, the legitimate grandson of the first branch of Oceanion’s preeminent Horton family, pursued her for four years in college, only to propose to Isla on graduation day…
Upon learning about the proposal, Poppy demanded Keira to immediately find someone else to marry, extinguishing any potential between her and Jake.
That’s how it had always been…
Whenever there was even the slightest chance of a conflict of interest between her and Isla, Poppy would demand her to unconditionally give way.
Because she was the illegitimate daughter, her mere existence was a sin.
As a child, she was brainwashed into believing that undergoing all those hardships was a natural thing.
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