Cast Out as a Fake Daughter, Returned as an Heiress

On my wedding day, I pulled open the door of the bridal car and found my fiancé, Ethan Prescott, sitting in the back seat with my sister, Natalie Whitmore.

There wasn't a single empty seat left in the car.

Ethan glanced at me, his tone casual. “Forgot to tell you. Nattie brought a few friends to the wedding last minute, and there aren't enough cars, so Nattie has to take your seat. Just call another car for yourself.”

I gripped the door handle, unable to believe it. “But this is the bridal car. I'm the bride.”