Stealing My Rival's Bride At The Altar

I was Hollywood's sweetheart, walking down the aisle in the "wedding of the year" to marry a star athlete.

But this wasn't a fairytale. It was a cold, calculated business transaction orchestrated by my own mother.

My fiancé, John, didn't want a wife; he wanted an asset to double his brand value.

My mother ignored my suffocating dread, treating me like a product on display. She even forced me to turn down a massive movie role just to secure this merger.

As my father proudly handed me over to a man who only saw me as property, John squeezed my hand, his possessive grip a silent threat.