Blurb：
On her wedding day, Sophie is publicly humiliated when her fiancé Brandon Harrison abandons her to chauffeur his childhood sweetheart Lily in his Rolls Royce Cullinan. Fueled by fury, Sophie turns to the “Heirs of Fortune” group chat—unleashing a storm of elite power players led by Alexander Ford, Seabreeze City’s wealthiest tycoon. As Brandon prioritizes Lily’s carsickness over his bride, Sophie must choose: accept degradation or embrace a shocking new destiny with Alexander, who vows to destroy the Harrison Group as a wedding gift. A tale of revenge, secret wealth, and ruthless romance where loyalty is tested and fortunes are rewritten in a single hour.
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On my wedding day, I waited for my fiance Brandon Harrison to pick me up.
But just before the ceremony started, he called me:
Lily gets carsick, Sophie. She can’t ride in anyone else’s car except for my Rolls Royce Cullinan.
I’m driving to get her. Picking you up isn’t on the way.
You usually ride city bikes to work anyway, just grab one and head straight to the venue.
My groom was ditching his bride to pick up his childhood sweetheart!
This was a slap in my face.
I opened a group chat named “Heirs of Fortune” and sent a selfie of me in wedding dress on a city bike.
An hour later, heirs and heiresses from various prominent families arrived at the wedding also on bikes.
Among them, Alexander Ford, the wealthiest man in Seabreeze City, stepped off his bike and knelt on one knee before me,
“If you’ll have me, I’ll acquire the Harrison Group for you as a wedding gift.”
There was only one hour left before the ceremony.
If Brandon wouldn’t show up soon, we would be late.
Just then, my phone rang – Brandon.
I answered immediately, frantic.
“Honey, where are you? Why aren’t you here yet?”
Brandon sounded apologetic on the other end.
“Sophie, I can’t pick you up.”
“Lily gets carsick. She throws up in anyone else’s car, only my Cullinan doesn’t make her nauseous.”
“I just picked her up. Going to get you isn’t on the way.”
“Why don’t you just grab a city bike? You ride them every day anyway.”
I froze, fury rising.
“Brandon, are you insane?”
“Today is our wedding, not yours and Lily’s!”
“You skip picking up your bride to fetch your ‘best friend’? Who exactly are you marrying?”
“I’m wearing my wedding gown! You expect me to ride a bike in this?!”
Brandon sighed over the phone.
“It’s just transportation.”
“Look, I know your family isn’t wealthy, never been in a luxury car before. You just wanted to show off to your friends that you’re marrying rich, right?”
“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this. This obsession with status is getting old.”
A soft, hesitant voice piped up in the background.
“Brandon? Is Sophie upset?”
“Just drop me off on the side. I’ll call someone else.”
“I know I get sick, but… don’t let her misunderstand.”
“It’s a special day. Don’t fight. Maybe just… let her have her way?”
“It’s my fault. I know she gets jealous of me, and I still got in your car.”
Brandon’s voice softened as he reassured her.
“She’s just craving a ride in the Cullinan to brag to her little friends. I won’t indulge that.”
“Honestly, she’s the type who gets a monthly pass for those bikes and hunts for discount coupons.”
“I’m marrying her, lifting her out of that… humble background.”
“She shouldn’t get entitled and think she can boss me around just because I proposed.”
After soothing Lily, his tone turned icy again towards me.
“Sophie, I don’t want to fight on our wedding day.”
“If you want to marry me, ride the bike. If you keep throwing a tantrum, deal with the consequences.”
He hung up.
I looked at the dedicated wedding group chat – filled with Brandon and Lily’s friends.
Someone had posted a video: the bridal car procession, grand and imposing, driving down Main Street.
The lead car was unmistakably Brandon’s Cullinan.
“Brandon really can’t bear to see Lily suffer. He went an hour out of his way to get her.”
“Sophie’s so dramatic. Marrying Brandon is already like a frog turning into a prince. What more does she want?”
“She never belonged in his league. If Lily hadn’t gone abroad, Sophie wouldn’t have had a chance. Everyone knows Lily is Brandon’s one true love.”
Lily quickly sent a voice message:
“Guys, stop it! Sophie’s in the group!”
She specifically tagged me:
“Sophie, don’t mind them. They just think Brandon and I are a better match…”
“Oh no! That’s not what I meant!”
“I mean, once they get to know you better, they’ll think you and Brandon look perfect together too.”
Then, Lily posted a selfie with Brandon in the group.
She was leaning on his shoulder, eyes red-rimmed, lips swollen.
Her caption: “Let me be selfish one last time. After tomorrow, you belong to someone else.”
The kiss-swollen lips were painfully obvious.
I laughed bitterly.
So much for a ‘platonic’ childhood friend!
No wonder he took the detour.
I sent a voice message:
“What touching ‘friendship’ you have! Brandon, do you keep your platonic bonds with a kiss? Truly eye-opening.”
The group exploded. Lily quickly sent another voice message, sounding tearful:
“Sophie! Don’t misunderstand the photo I sent! I just… bit my lip!”
“Brandon was my first love, yes, and he was heartbroken when I left, that’s why he was with you.”
“But he chose to marry you! I still wish you happiness!”
Her voice choked with fake sobs.
Instantly, the sniping began:
“People from that background just can’t take a joke. So sensitive.”
“How did Brandon end up with someone like her? Please don’t bring her around us later.”
“Seriously. Every time she’s out, Lily ends up upset. Sophie just doesn’t know her place. Doesn’t she realize she’s the homewrecker?”
My blood boiled. Brandon’s friends had looked down on me from day one, constantly putting me down to elevate themselves.
I snapped back in the chat:
“Shut up, all of you! If you adore Lily so much, isn’t this perfect? Brandon’s getting married, Lily’s ‘single’ now – you lapdogs finally have your chance!”
Brandon immediately started a group voice call:
“Sophie! Apologize to my friends right now! You’re being incredibly rude!”
I scoffed:
“Oh? Now you find your voice? When they were tearing me down, where were you?”
“Couldn’t even be bothered to defend your fiancée then?”
Brandon roared,
“Do you have any idea how much your words hurt Lily?”
“She grew up sheltered, in a simple, loving family! She’s not like you, scrabbling in some gritty neighborhood, always fighting for scraps!”
“Don’t you understand how cruel you were to her?”
I heard soft weeping in the background.
“I just needed a ride… Why would she attack me and my friends? They’re just my good friends…”
“Who is she to slander me like this? Just because I’m in your car?”
“But her place is so close to the venue! A city bike ride is easy, no traffic!”
Brandon cooed at her,
“Don’t worry. If she still wants this wedding, she will apologize to you and my friends. Otherwise, she can forget about it.”
Then, coldly to me:
“Sophie, last chance. Apologize to Lily and my friends before the ceremony starts, or this wedding is off.”
Furious, I laughed.
“Fine. Wait for my apology at the venue.”
Lily’s voice dripped with smug sweetness,
“Brandon, she really loves you. She gets scared when you’re angry.”
“She must really want to marry you.”
I hung up the call. Mocking messages flooded the group chat:
“Ooh, the real lapdog is Sophie Sullivan, huh? Willing to lick boots for cash.”
“Tough talk a minute ago. The second Brandon threatened to call it off, she folded.”
“Bet her family thinks they hit the jackpot marrying into the Harrisons.”
Closing the wedding group chat, I opened another group named “Heirs of Fortune”.
I posted a selfie of me in my wedding gown sitting on a city bike and shared the venue address.
“My wedding. Requesting all guests arrive via city bike.”
The group blew up,
“OMG! Our princess emerges after two years! How’s slumming it going?”
“Sophie, your wish is our command! City bikes? Is this a new trend?”
“Shut up, dude. Sophie said bikes, we ride bikes.”
“Roger that! On my way! ETA soon!”
Only my childhood friend, Alexander Ford, texted me through DM:
“Who are you marrying? Brandon Harrison? He’s not worthy.”
Clearly, he’d kept tabs on me these years. I replied:
“If you arrive on a bike and propose, then I’ll marry you.”
Turning off my phone, I grabbed the long train of my gown and ripped it to tear it short.
When it arrived, I’d frowned,
“This isn’t the short style I picked?”
Brandon said,
“Lily chose it specially for you. She said it’s the most suitable.”
“Trust her taste. She’s a professional designer. You wouldn’t know better than an expert, would you?”
“It’s haute couture, Sophie. You’ve never worn high fashion before. Just listen to Lily.”
Lily had chimed in,
“Sophie, you wouldn’t understand the tastes of our circle. It’s different from your world. Believe me, this one is perfect for you.”
Perfect for me? She deliberately chose something unflattering.
Delivered the day before the wedding, giving me no time to alter it.
She wanted me to look ridiculous.
Brandon first met me at Sullivan Enterprises.
It was Family Day, casual dress allowed, and I was riding a city bike back with snacks for colleagues’ kids.
No wonder he assumed I was just a low-level employee.
At the company entrance, my bike scraped his car.
He was smitten, pursued me, claiming he loved me “regardless of status”.
I was undercover – my father challenged me to work at Sullivan Enterprises incognito for two years, starting from the bottom.
If I lasted without quitting or getting fired, I’d pass and become the heir.
No contact with old friends, no help.
Just my salary, a tiny apartment, and city bike every day for work.
I worked hard, moved through departments, learned the business, earned promotions.
Brandon was sweet, pursuing me even thinking I was a nobody.
He proposed after a year. I said yes.
Today was the day my father’s challenge ended. Today, I could reveal myself.
I planned to tell Brandon at the wedding that I was Sophie Sullivan, heiress to Sullivan Enterprises – the company he desperately wanted to partner with.
Thank God I hadn’t told him earlier.
Riding in my torn gown drew stares.
On my way, a car sped past, hitting a puddle, drenching me.
I swerved and crashed.
Laughter erupted from the passing car. It was Brandon’s wedding procession!
That car held Lily’s friends. They did it on purpose.
A muddy, disheveled mess on a city bike, I arrived at the hotel just as Brandon’s Cullinan and the procession pulled up.
I locked the bike. The loud electronic chime – “Bike locked successfully!” – made them turn. They burst out laughing.
“Wow! Did you roll in a ditch? Parading around like that? Zero shame!”
“Dude, your girl is dedicated to marrying you. First bride I’ve seen on a city bike!”
“Did she rip her own dress to ride a bike? How desperate she gets? LOL!”
Lily, looking more bridal than me in her designer cocktail dress, clung to Brandon’s arm, pinching her nose.
“Sophie! You look awful! I should have sent one of the cars for you! It’s my fault, my car sickness caused this.”
“But… couldn’t you have changed first? Are you seriously getting married like this?”
I gritted my teeth, “Yeah, it’s all thanks to you.”
She reached for my hand. I jerked away.
She teared up,
“Sophie, I’m sorry! I didn’t think you’d be so frugal you’d actually ride!”
“A cab would’ve been, what, twenty bucks?”
“Was saving that worth it? Doesn’t Brandon give you enough money?”
“Showing up like this, on a bike… There are reporters everywhere! If photos get out, what will people think of Brandon?”
“His business partners will mock him!”
“God, you just don’t get it. If you want to be Mrs Harrison, can’t you learn to support him? Must you always drag him down?”
She leaned in close, whispering,
“Sophie, a poor woman like you marrying into the Harrisons? Dream on.”
“That title belongs to me.”
Then, loudly she spoke, clutching my arm with sharp nails,
“Brandon! Don’t Sophie and I look like we’re wearing sister dresses?”
Mocking laughter followed.
“Sister dresses? More like lady and her maid.”
“That poverty vibe? Totally looks like hired help.”
I shoved her off.
“Enough!”
Lily stumbled dramatically.
“Ouch! Sophie! Sorry! Didn’t know you couldn’t take a joke! I just wanted us to be friends! Brandon would love that!”
Brandon rushed to steady her.
“Lily! You okay?”
Lily shook her head, stopping him from confronting me.
“Don’t be mad! She’s the bride! And riding here must be humiliating for her.”
She pulled a necklace from her clutch.
“Your gown needs this. I picked it for you.”
She moved closer, “Let me put it on for you, Soph. This necklace is worth a hundred grand. Be careful.”
I eyed the glass bauble.
“Your glass costs that much? A hundred grand for trash?”
“Apologize to Lily right now, you gold-digger!” someone yelled.
Brandon chimed in, commanding,
“Whatever your mood, act properly. Apologize to Lily.”
I glared at him, pointing at my scrapes from the fall.
“Brandon, did your brain get soaked?”
He glanced at my mud and wounds, hesitated, then hardened.
“Go inside and change. Stop embarrassing yourself.”
“If this gets out, PR will have a nightmare.”
He turned to Lily.
“You’re always gracious. After the wedding, Sophie will serve you dinner and apologize.”
Lily bit her lip, playing meek.
“It’s fine. I’ll teach her some etiquette then. I really worry she’ll embarrass everyone during the ceremony.”
I laughed coldly.
“My wedding’s none of your business.”
“ENOUGH!” Brandon roared, “Sophie! Where are your manners? You’re acting like a common shrew!”
“I won’t tolerate this forever. Apologize to Lily and my friends now, or this wedding is canceled.”
I met his gaze.
“Cancel your wedding? What’s that got to do with me? I’m not marrying you.”
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