Irene Jones POV "Escort the bride downstairs." The command echoed in my ears as I sat still. The room buzzed with activity—quick footsteps, quiet whispers, and the sound of rustling fabric. I stayed frozen, my head lowered under the heavy veil. No one could see my face, but even if they could, they wouldn’t care about the storm inside me. No one ever cared. **Three hours earlier...** "Dad, I can't marry him! Please!" Misha's voice was sharp and full of panic, cutting through the walls. I stood near the door, my heart sinking. I wasn’t surprised. My stepfather, Leo, had been planning this marriage for weeks, treating it like one of his business deals. Misha, his real daughter, wasn’t going to accept it quietly. "We can’t upset the Myers family, Misha," Leo said, his voice calm but firm. "This marriage is important for all of us. Please try to understand." "Then let Irene marry him instead!" Miley’s voice rang out, clear and cold. My stomach dropped. Of course, she’d drag m
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