Marrying the Billionaire for Revenge

Rylee Today was supposed to be the happiest day of my life—my wedding day. Everything was in place, the guests had arrived, and my parents were graciously welcoming everyone. We'd chosen a beautiful outdoor ceremony on a sprawling farm, complete with a grand mansion where we stayed in the days leading up to the wedding. As I made my final preparations, the makeup artist put the finishing touches on my face, while the hairdresser worked on my hairstyle. Overwhelmed with emotion, I struggled to keep still as they worked their magic. "Darling, please try to keep still. It's hard to create a masterpiece when the canvas won't stop moving," the makeup artist gently scolded. "I'm sorry, I'm just so excited," I replied. An hour later, I was finally ready, adorned in a dress fit for a princess. Wanting to avoid crossing paths with my fiancé before the ceremony, I left my room to find my sister, Rosie. Despite our differences, she is my closest confidante, always able to calm my nerves. While she is determined and sometimes arrogant, I am more laid-back and simple, much to the chagrin of our family. Today, however, I was focused on the joy of marrying the love of my life. As I walked down the hall, searching for my sister's room, I suddenly heard familiar voices coming from inside. My heart skipped a beat—what was Jonathan doing in there? The mansion was deserted, everyone was outside for the ceremony, but the hushed tones from that room hinted at something more than just a casual chat. With trembling hands, I slowly turned the doorknob, trying not to make a sound. The anticipation was killing me, but I needed to see the truth with my own eyes. As the door creaked open slightly, the voices grew louder, revealing a scene of ultimate betrayal. My sister is in a compromising position with my soon-to-be husband. The image seared into my mind, a double betrayal from the two people I trusted the most. Tears welled up in my eyes, but I held back from any sound. How long had they been lying to me? How long had this affair been going on right under my nose? My heart shattered into a million pieces, but I knew I had to keep up appearances. With a heavy heart, I closed the door quietly and made my way to the garden, where the guests were eagerly awaiting the ceremony. As soon as I stepped out onto the garden path lined with a scarlet carpet, all eyes turned towards me. The expressions on their faces were a mix of shock and curiosity as they watched me walk down the aisle unaccompanied, tears staining my cheeks. It was a scene straight out of a dramatic movie. The reporters wasted no time, their cameras clicking away furiously, capturing every moment. My parents rushed towards me, pleading for me to reconsider, but I was resolute. I was going to reveal the truth behind the cancellation of the wedding to everyone present. My fiancé's family looked on in horror, clearly taken aback by the unfolding events. Perhaps they never truly knew the son they raised, or maybe I never really knew my sister, let alone the man I was supposed to marry. "Rylee, come back this instant! What on earth are you doing?" my father's voice boomed, his face flushed with anger. "Don't be foolish, dear." "Rylee, please, listen to your father. Let's go inside and talk about this like a family," my mother urged, her eyes pleading with me. Despite their attempts to stop me, I continued down the aisle, determined to expose the truth. I wouldn't let our families off the hook just because of their social status. Jonathan had shamed me, and now it was time for everyone to know. As I made my way to the altar, my parents seemed to be deliberately obstructing my path. The microphone was set up perfectly, and the guests were fixated on me. "Hello everyone, I want to express my gratitude for your presence here today. I apologize for taking up your time in vain." I paused for a moment, letting my words sink in before dropping the bombshell. "The wedding is off!" Gasps and whispers filled the room as the shocking news spread. I locked eyes with my parents, feeling their disapproving stares. Through the doors, I spotted my ex-fiancé, bewildered, and my sister, smirking in the background. "Ladies and gentlemen, this wedding is canceled because I caught my dear Jonathan in a compromising position with my sister, Rosie. I can't let this deception continue." I gestured towards the food and drinks, "Please help yourselves, there's no need for it to go to waste. Have a pleasant afternoon." With that, I was ushered away by my parents, towards the stunned faces of Jonathan, Rosie, and their parents. "What? Will you want to deny what I saw? Unfortunately, there's no way. I saw you and no one told me. It was with my own eyes that I saw you stab me in the back." I had already started accusing them. "Rylee, please listen to me. I can explain. I—” "I don’t want to hear your lies, there’s nothing to explain!" I silenced him before he could twist the truth in his favor. Rosie's voice cut through the tension, her tone filled with false bravado. "The reality is that we fell in love, but he was too scared to confess to you, afraid of your reaction. He was going to marry you despite loving me, just to spare your feelings. He was my first love. I tried to resist, but love doesn't follow logic." My sister got involved, pretending to be innocent, but her eyes betrayed her happiness. The pain of betrayal hit me hard, realizing I wasted three years on him while they both deceived me. "This won't be swept under the rug, it's a scandal," my father fumed. "Your son dishonored my daughter and made the other a mistress!" He pointed at Jonathan's parents. "How do we rectify this mess? What will restore our family's reputation?" "I'm marrying him in my sister's place. We love each other and just want to be together. If she agrees, we'll live our love openly," she declared. There she was, the manipulative sister I knew, using her tactics against me. Another blow to my broken heart. How could she ask me to accept this? How could my own sister betray me like that? I could have expected it from anyone, but not her. "Rosie, no, that's not..." "It will be this way. You will get married today! And don't you dare try any more shame, you've done enough, all of you!" Jonathan’s father stood tall, his voice firm and unwavering as he declared the fate that awaited us. My sister, beaming with joy, embraced Jonathan and our parents, her excitement palpable. Meanwhile, I stood there, tears streaming down my face, wounded by the absurdity of it all. "Rylee, remove your dress and hand it over to your sister. The driver will take you home. You are in no state to be part of the ceremony. Leave quietly through the back, at least spare us from further embarrassment," my father’s words cut through me, devoid of any remorse for my anguish. My mother led me away, her touch cold and indifferent, guiding me to the room where I had prepared to walk down the aisle. I watched in a daze as she helped me out of the dress I had chosen with such care, only to hand it over to my sister, who would now marry my fiancé. Numbness enveloped me, rendering me passive to the cruelty unfolding before my eyes. "Rylee, hurry up and change. This could have all been avoided if you had just communicated with us. Face the consequences of your actions." My mother’s words stung as she unfastened the buttons on my gown. How could she blame me? I was not the one at fault. It was them. They were the ones who had orchestrated this betrayal.