“You’re already married! Why are you here to register again?!

“Don’t you realize it’s a crime to be a bigamist?”

Keira Olsen, startled, stepped out of the courthouse, holding a just-printed marriage certificate.

The man who had accompanied her here to register looked at the stunning woman and lamented, “Miss Olsen, you’re already married. Why did you hire me for a sham wedding?”

After saying that the deposit was non-refundable, he left in a hurry.

Keira bit her lip, still reeling from the shock.

She’d never even had a boyfriend. How could she possibly be married?!

She lowered her head to look at the printout in her hands.

In the certificate photo, the girl appeared a bit constrained with a forced smile. The mole on the corner of her eye proved that it was indeed her. As for the man…

He had heavy features and a prominent nose. His thin lips curved into a faint smile as he stared into the camera lens intently as if they were piercing through the paper.

His mystery and commanding presence couldn’t be concealed, even in a black-and-white photo.

She then looked at his name: Lewis Horton.

She was certain she never met this man!

What on earth was going on?!

Keira took out her phone, snapped a picture of the certificate, opened WhatsApp, and sent it to a contact with a black avatar. “Help me figure out who this is.”

She got an instant reply. “Got it.”

Only then did Keira momentarily set aside her confusion. She climbed onto her old electric scooter and slowly rode into an upscale villa area, returning to the Olsen family.

Isla Olsen’s, big day. Her future husband

busying about in an orderly fashion. A few temp workers had also been hired

the chatter of the temp workers

she? She’s

illegitimate daughter that the

birth, she showed up heavily pregnant, demanding rights, and they both delivered on the

least Miss Keira knows her place. She moved out in junior high and hasn’t been back

to hear their talk, and walked

Poppy Hill, was waiting at the door. The woman, still elegant at such an age, anxiously pulled her upstairs as soon as she entered the house. “Come with me to see your sister. By the way, did you get the

no emotion in Keira’s

though

You have to remember your place. Jake Horton is your sister’s fiancé. He’s from a high-ranking noble family, something an illegitimate

touch of mockery

of the first branch of Oceanion’s preeminent Horton family, pursued her for four

proposal, Poppy demanded Keira to immediately find someone else to marry, extinguishing any potential between her

it had always

slightest chance of a conflict of interest between her and Isla,

was the illegitimate daughter, her mere existence

into believing that undergoing all those hardships was

was no longer

as she stressed each word,

after day just to see her man, and she was the

giving birth to

annoyed. “I heard

the middle of their conversation, they

girl was like a princess in her stunning dress. She was sitting on the sofa selecting her jewelry, and the room was filled with the glamorous sparkle of

maintained her

her upon seeing her. “Keira, what brings you

interjected,

surprised. “So soon? Who’s the

standing than young Mr. Horton! Isla, do you really think she could find

a hint of jealousy, “How can that be? Keira’s so pretty; otherwise Jake wouldn’t

pretty? A shabby shoe will only match a ragged sock. Given her status, only the scum of society would marry her. Young Mr. Horton merely saw her as a toy and a passing amusement. Only you,

Keira frowned.

photo, with his looks and presence, didn’t seem to correspond with Poppy’s description of a ghetto husband and

couldn’t be bothered to refute these

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