My Twin Sister Stole My Groom at the Altar — She Had No Idea Who Stepped In To Marry Me Instead
Part 2
His lips twitched into a shadow of dangerous satisfaction as his fingers closed around mine.
He smoothly drew me to his side.
His sheer size dwarfed me and provided an instant, impenetrable wall between me and my betrayers.
He looked up at the trembling priest and demanded we skip the homily and get straight to the vows.
The rest of the ceremony was a blur of shock and pure adrenaline.
I repeated the sacred vows, my voice echoing off the stone walls.
I bound my life eternally to a man I had never spoken a single word to before this morning.
When we finally turned to walk down the aisle as husband and wife, the silence of the crowd was absolute.
The sheer terror Craig commanded kept even the most vicious gossips utterly mute.
I walked past Brian and Heather without offering them a single glance.
I kept my chin held high, shielded by the imposing bulk of my new husband.
Now, the massive wheels of his custom Maybach ground against the wet pavement.
The cabin was a masterclass in dark opulence.
It smelled faintly of expensive leather, rain, and the crisp scent of his bergamot cologne.
The adrenaline was finally beginning to wear off.
It was rapidly being replaced by a creeping, icy dread.
Craig sat opposite me, his long legs stretched out in the spacious cabin.
He was staring out the tinted, rain-streaked window, watching the city blur past.
He suddenly broke the thick silence, observing aloud that I was shaking.
I lied smoothly, claiming it was merely the chill of the storm outside.
He slowly turned his head, his piercing blue eyes catching the dim streetlights.
Without a word, he reached beside him, picked up his heavy tailored coat, and tossed it across the seat.
It landed securely in my lap.
He ordered me to wrap myself in it, refusing to let his new wife catch pneumonia on our wedding day.
I gathered my courage, my fingers twisting the heavy fabric of my ruined wedding dress.
I demanded an explanation.
I told him not to insult my intelligence with the excuse he had given at the altar.
A man of his standing, wealth, and absolute power could have any woman in the country.
A slow, dark amusement flickered in his eyes.
He reached into a hidden compartment, retrieved a crystal decanter of amber liquid, and poured me a glass.
He told me that Brian was drowning in massive, unpayable debt.
His entire company was mortgaged to the hilt, and he owed millions to unsavory creditors.
My modest dowry would only have delayed his complete financial ruin.
Heather, however, was a much more cunning creature than I had ever realized.
Craig revealed that he had intercepted correspondence between Brian and a private lender.
The emails detailed a very specific, sinister arrangement regarding my grandmother’s fifty million dollar trust fund.
The money was locked in a secure account, to be released only upon the birth of the first legitimate grandchild.
Heather hadn’t just seduced my fiancé out of overwhelming, uncontrollable passion.
Her dramatic announcement of pregnancy at the altar was a calculated, cold-blooded business transaction.
She needed the marriage to access the money, and Brian needed her child to pay his debts.
She had sold my future and my heart for cold, hard cash while laughing the entire time.
Craig leaned forward, his gaze pinning mine.
He told me he had already deployed his legal team to freeze the entire trust.
He was going to demand a full medical audit of her alleged pregnancy.
If she was lying, Brian would be thrown into bankruptcy court before the end of the month.
I sat frozen against the plush leather seat.
Would my own twin sister really fake a pregnancy just to destroy my life and steal a fortune?
