My Sister Stole My Fiancé at My Engagement Party—I Had Already Changed the Inheritance

Описание: The champagne glass slipped from my hand as I watched my sister Vanessa press her lips against my fiancé Ryan's mouth in what was supposed to be the garden pavilion where I would cut my engagement cake in twenty minutes. The crystal shattered against the marble steps of Rosewood Manor's terrace, but the sound was nothing compared to the crash of my world collapsing around me. What they didn't know, as they whispered sweet promises to each other in the moonlight, was that I had already rewritten my father's will three days ago.

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My name is Amanda Parker, and at twenty-nine, I had just witnessed the most calculated betrayal of my life during what should have been the happiest evening I'd ever experienced. The Grandview Country Club's most elegant ballroom was filled with two hundred guests celebrating my engagement to the man who was currently planning his future with my younger sister, but while Vanessa believed she was stealing my happiness along with my inheritance, she had no idea that I had been watching, documenting, and preparing for this moment for over two months.

The evening had started exactly as I had anticipated it would. Ryan arrived at the manor looking devastatingly handsome in his midnight blue tuxedo, the same color that brought out the steel gray of his eyes that had first captivated me during our college years at Yale. He kissed my cheek with the perfect amount of affection for our guests to see, his hand lingering on my waist just long enough to maintain the facade of devotion that had fooled everyone except me for the past eight weeks.

Vanessa had chosen her dress with surgical precision, a deep emerald silk that complemented her auburn hair and made her green eyes appear almost luminous under the pavilion's string lights. At twenty-six, she possessed the kind of effortless beauty that had always commanded attention wherever she went, but tonight she had selected every detail of her appearance to outshine me at my own engagement party.

The neckline was just low enough to be inappropriate for a family celebration, the hemline short enough to ensure every man in attendance would notice her legs, and the color bold enough to draw focus away from my carefully chosen ivory cocktail dress. What neither of them realized was that their affair had been unfolding under my careful observation since early July, when I had discovered a hotel receipt in Ryan's jacket pocket for a weekend in Newport that coincided exactly with Vanessa's mysterious girls' trip to the same coastal town.

The receipt had been for a suite at the Ocean House, booked under his name but with two guests listed, and charged to the credit card he thought I knew nothing about. That discovery had triggered a methodical investigation that would have impressed my late father, who had built Parker Industries from a small vineyard into a multi-million dollar wine distribution empire through his legendary attention to detail and strategic thinking. I had inherited more than just his business acumen and his estate; I had inherited his understanding that knowledge was power only when it was properly documented and strategically deployed.