Chapter 3
In the Rolls–Royce, the family sat in tense silence.
Chloe kept wiping Sophie’s tears.
Only I, riding in a Rolls for the first time, ignored everyone’s stares and touched everything, looking around curiously.
Just as I was examining the starlight ceiling, Chloe spoke up, “The Parker boy is coming to pick you up later. You can get to know each
other.”
I caught the hesitation in her voice. “What’s our relationship with the Parkers?”
Samuel said impatiently, “Arranged marriage.”
I instinctively looked at Sophie. “Then she should know him, right?”
Sophie bit her lower lip, gripping her dress tightly.
Samuel sneered. “Of course, they’ve been friends for 26 years. You can’t compare.”
Chloe tried to smooth things over. “Megan, we respect your feelings. Although the agreement says you’re engaged to the Parkers, Sophie and he grew up together all these years. If you don’t like him, we won’t force you.”
I picked at the car’s decorations.
If I couldn’t read between the lines of my birth mother’s hint, all my years in corporate would’ve been wasted.
I soon met Preston Parker, who was tall with long legs at six–foot–three – cute and exactly my type.
But Sophie got to the car door first. “Preston!”
She threw herself into his arms, said nothing, and just cried like that.
Preston looked flustered for a moment before looking up and seeing me, his brow furrowed.
Sophie pulled back from his embrace, seeming to remember something, and pushed Preston toward me. “Sorry, sis, I… I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m not trying to steal Preston from you…”
Preston looked at Sophie in surprise.
Sophie bit her lip, tears falling. “Go on, She was always meant to be engaged to you… I… I’m just the fake one…”
Watching his former love painfully giving him up, Preston’s eyes flashed with heartache as he glanced at me.
His gaze was ice–cold. “I don’t like her.”
“No, Preston.” Sophie shook her head. “You two are the real arranged couple.”
I raised my hand. “Um…”
“I don’t like her means I don’t like her. I only like you.” Preston ignored what I was saying.
I coughed. “No, I wanted to say…”
“Forget it, Preston, she’s back now…” Sophie cried.
“Hello?”
“So what if she’s back? Some bottom–feeder nobody, thinking she can steal from you?”
“But…”
“Are you two done!” I was genuinely pissed.
Sophie quickly stepped between Preston and me. “I won’t steal him from you, don’t misunderstand! I know my place!”
Chapter 3
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“You really want to give him to me?” I stared at her.
Sophie froze, sobbing. “Of course…”
“Fine.”
Sophie’s eyes widened.
Preston refused. “I’m not interested in you.”
“Is that really up to you?” I lifted my chin. “I heard we were arranged from birth and there’s some agreement? You can marry my sister if you want. Pay the penalty fee.”
The agreement was signed as a joke between the families back then, but the penalty was astronomically high.
Though it was meant as a joke, if I really wanted to enforce it, it would hold up.
Preston gritted his teeth.
I said, “If you don’t want to pay up, just behave and marry me.”
Preston clenched his fists.
I smiled at Sophie. “Thanks for giving him up, sis.”
Sophie suddenly dropped to her knees with a “thud!”
