Brother-In-Law's Replaced Bride

Ugly Bride

Irene Jones POV "Bring her to the altar!" The heavy veil pressed against my face, suffocating. Outside the door, footsteps thudded. Voices sharpened into commands. I didn’t move. Barely breathed. Beneath the layers of silk and lace, no one saw the way my hands trembled—or the way my heart screamed. The door creaked open. --- Three hours earlier… "Dad, I can't marry him! Please!" Misha’s voice—high, frantic—sliced through the walls, unraveling. I stood by the door, stiff as a board, each word a fresh blade against my skin. Then again, how could I feel bad for her when she never once did for me? When I was the one who always got treated worse? "We can’t afford to upset the Myers family, Misha," my stepfather, Leo, said—calm, deliberate, like he was discussing the weather. "This marriage matters to all of us. Try to understand.” "Then let Irene marry him!" Miley—my mother—snapped, her voice like a whip: sharp, cruel, final. My stomach lurched. Of course. Throw...