At the pre-wedding party, Piper Lennox, my fiancé Neville Carleton's childhood sweetheart, pressured me to jump from the yacht deck into the sea. She waved the marriage license on her phone and teased with a smile. "Anyone here today with no official standing has to take the penalty. Sis, you wouldn't back out now, would you?" Seeing my stunned expression, Neville's friend explained, "Piper's right. Neville and she got their marriage license three months ago. Legally speaking, you're the one who doesn't belong." Piper waved her hand as if she were being modest. "We were both drunk and ended up spending the night together. Neville didn't want me forced into arranged dates by my family, so he got the license with me as a favor. Those in the know will say you're the one getting married next week; those who aren't will think you're trying to steal someone else's husband, Saoirse Chiswick." As the whole room laughed, Neville glanced at me with some impatience. "We've all grown up together. It's just a joke. Don't take it so seriously. The wedding next week will go ahead as planned. She gets the legal status. You will be Mrs. Carleton, the one everyone in the city looks up to. We each get what we want. Isn't that fine?" Seven years of giving everything, and it was nothing more than a joke I was expected to endure. I pushed back the sadness in my eyes and messaged his greatest rival. Saoirse: That business alliance you proposed. Is it still on? I'll do it.