All Loved Her, So I Took The Billionaire

My parents were pushing me into an arranged marriage with a 60-year-old billionaire.

My stepsister, Vivian, panicked and immediately called my three childhood best friends.

“Which one of you is willing to marry Iris? Otherwise, she’s going to have to marry that ugly old man!”

Ronnie, the guy I’d had a crush on for 10 years, frowned at Vivian.

“Vivian, you know perfectly well I like *you*.”

Noah, my high school deskmate, scoffed.

“Ha, like? You’re just the Sterling family’s butler’s son. How could you ever be good enough for Vivian?”

My friend, Alex, leaned back lazily on the couch.