“Let me have him, I’m pregnant!” My sister walked down the aisle in the exact same wedding dress and demanded my fiancé in front of everyone. I laughed, turned to the country’s most powerful billionaire—the man officiating my wedding—and said, “Fine. Then let’s get married instead.”

Synopsis

The first thing my sister said when she reached the altar was, “Let me have him, I’m pregnant.” The second thing she did was place both hands over the small curve beneath the exact same ivory wedding dress I was wearing and smile as if she had just won a prize. Two hundred guests stopped breathing. My fiancé, Adrian Vale, went white beside me.