Chapter 1
I grew up abroad, but Mom was terrified I’d bring home some foreign guy, so she arranged an engagement with a supposedly perfect fiancé back in my
hometown.
The day I returned home, I went to Lovely Bride to order my wedding dress.
A woman beside me glanced at the dress in my hands and said to the sales associate:
“That dress has a pretty unique style-bring it over for me to try.”
The next second, the sales associate immediately roughly grabbed the dress from my hands and respectfully presented it to her.
I was pissed. “Hello? Ever heard of first come, first served? What’s wrong with you people?”
That woman just rolled her eyes. “This dress costs $188,000. Can a poor bitch like you even afford it?”
You know the famous Whitmore Corp? Huh! I’m CEO Garrett Whitmore’s fucking sister! In Chicago, the Whitmores always come first!”
Garrett Whitmore?
Well, what do you know-that’s my fiancé.
o, I immediately called him.
Your ‘fucking-sister’ just stole my engagement dress. How are we gonna handle this?”
Fucking sister”?
That sounds like some seriously inappropriate relationship going on.
Moreover, from what I know, Garrett is an only child-where the hell did this “sister” come from?
f Garrett couldn’t give me a decent explanation today, our engagement party was damn well off.
Next second, his ice-cold voice goes, “Who the hell is this? When did some random nobody get to comment on my relationship with Brielle?”
was about to tell him I’m his goddamn fiancée when he hung up on me.
leal smooth, Garrett-you don’t even have my contact saved?!
Meanwhile, Brielle Carmichael was grinning like the cat who got the cream.
Bitch! You think getting Garrett’s number means you can climb the social ladder? In your dreams!”
She looked me up and down with pure disgust.
‘Even the janitors at Whitmore Corp dress better than your sorry ass.”
I usually go for comfort over flash-I don’t obsess over designer labels. Never thought that would become ammunition for someone’s attack.
‘What century are we living in? Still judging people by their clothes? Garrett calling you ‘sister’-I think the man’s lost his damn mind.”
She’d completely murdered my shopping mood. I grabbed the dress and headed to checkout.
The sales girl hesitated. “Miss, we prioritize our VIP members.”
Brielle’s smile got even smugger as she whipped out this flashy gold card and slammed it on the counter.
“Million-dollar membership card. Stop playing pretend, you pathetic poor bitch.”
I’m usually not one to get into pissing contests, but Brielle had officially set me on fire.
1 immediately pulled out my black card and handed it to the sales girl, trying to keep my voice steady. “Sign me up for membership and wrap up the dress.”
Brielle also turned to the sales girl with a venomous stare. “Chicago is Whitmore territory. You sell her that dress today, and tomorrow I’ll have Garrett crush this entire store.”
Hearing this, the sales girl cowered and said to me nervously. “Miss, I’m just trying to make a living here. I can’t mess with the Whitmores.”
People around us started whispering advice: “I’ve seen this Carmichael girl before. Garrett absolutely worships her. Just let it go.”
“Last time someone crossed her, the Whitmores destroyed them completely.”
“Even if you’ve got some cash, it’s nothing compared to Whitmore Corp. Just grovel and beg her to let you off the hook.”
All this ass-kissing had Brielle’s ego soaring to the stratosphere.
‘Did you hear that, bitch? Do you finally know who you’ve messed with today?”
So I’m throwing you a lifeline-get on your knees right fucking now and scream three times I’m a pathetic wannabe trash, and I know I was wrong,’ and naybe-just maybe-I’ll consider letting you slither away.”
