On my wedding day, I was sitting on my fiancs fathers bed.
He held my wrist and asked in a low voice if I regretted anything.
At that moment, the space between us was dangerously close, charged with a tension that should never have existed.
But the one who crossed the line wasnt usit was my fianc.
He vanished with a farewell message sent to his mistress, leaving me alone at the wedding venue.
His father stepped in to clean up the mess.
He shielded me, kissed me, and opened the door to a far more ruthless path of revenge.

I am Sienna Henderson, heiress of Henderson Enterprises.
Today was supposed to be my wedding day with Evan Westfield, the young heir of Westfield Corporation. But the groom, who was meant to be front and center, was nowhere to be found.
Youre telling me Evan ran away? I asked, my voice cold.
Thats what theyre saying the maid stammered, trembling as she explained.
My parents were livid.
Both the Henderson and Westfield families had spent months preparing for this wedding. Every major elite family in New York City had been invited, and the media was eagerly covering it.
If Evan had any issues with the wedding, he had plenty of opportunities to voice them. But to flee on the day of the ceremony? That was a direct slap in the face to the Hendersons.
After offering me some reassurances, my parents hurried off to figure out how to salvage the situation.
I sat in the corner, quietly thinking about how to proceed with the reception when I heard a commotion at the entrance. Instinctively, I looked up. Walking through the door in a tailored black suit was a strikingly handsome man.
This man was Damian Chris Westfield, the current head of Westfield Corporation and, technically, Evans father. Despite being thirty-five, he looked like he was barely in his twenties.
Chris rarely attended large social events. Even I had only met him a handful of times. So seeing him here, now, drew the attention of every family present. People practically tripped over themselves to get to him.
Staring at Chriss perfect features, a wild idea flashed in my mind. As I watched him politely turn down everyones advances, he suddenly walked straight toward me.
Mr. Westfield, I greeted him with a polite smile, though I couldnt hide a hint of vulnerability in my voice.
His voice, low and melodic like a cello, came next. Miss Henderson, I apologize for Evans behavior. Ive already sent people to find him. When hes caught, you may decide what happens to him.
Ill inform everyone that the wedding is postponed, and Westfield Corporation will cover all expenses.
It was a perfect solution, but I had a better plan.
Mr. Westfield, this engagement has always been between the Hendersons and the Westfields, right? The groom doesnt necessarily have to be Evan, does it?
What? His eyes darkened, clearly taken aback by the sudden turn.
After a pause, he asked, Well, who would you choose then?
I smiled sweetly, extending my hand. Would you be my groom?




Although Chris is Evans father in name, he isnt his biological dad.

There were rumors Chris had certain physical shortcomings, which is why he was still unmarried. At twenty-five, he adopted Evan from a distant relative.

Whether or not those rumors were true didnt concern me. Medical advancements these days are incredibleIm sure any issue could be resolved. And if not, well, maybe we just dont have kids.

Chris raised an eyebrow, amused by the bold smile on my face. Are you sure?

Of course, I replied without hesitation. After all, Chris was far more attractive than Evanby miles. Even if the rumors were true, just looking at his face every day would be more than enough for me.

It sure beats being humiliated by a two-timing Evan.

Chris studied me for a long moment before finally nodding. Alright.

His strong, masculine hand clasped mine, and my heart skipped a beat.

The wedding went on with a new leading man. I didnt even have to change my dress. The elegant white gown, paired with Chriss custom-tailored black suit, made us look like we were always meant to be bride and groom.

Everyone at the reception caught on quickly. Evans sudden disappearance wasnt exactly a secret, and the guests had more or less figured it out. The media, sensing a scandal, had their cameras ready, eager to capture the drama unfolding between two of New Yorks wealthiest families.

But when they saw me walking down the aisle, arm in arm with Chris, jaws dropped.

The audacity of switching grooms at the last minute left them all speechless.

The officiant, ever the professional, read off the updated details with ease. Please, exchange your rings

Chris pulled out a ring and slid it onto my finger, and I did the same for him. I quickly noticed the ring didnt quite fitafter all, it was sized for Evan.

It was a rushed job, but it would have to do.

Then came the moment for the groom to kiss the bride.

I felt a wave of nerves. Chris was known for being discreet and privatehe rarely attended events, and when he did, he never had a date. Would he really want to kiss me in front of all these people?

I regretted dragging him into this mess on a whim.

But before I could spiral into doubt, I felt the soft pressure of his lips on mine.

Shocked, I opened my eyes, and there he washis perfect face, inches from mine.

Sensing my surprise, Chris gently cupped the back of my head, deepening the kiss. I closed my eyes again, letting myself sink into the moment as the crowd around us erupted into applause.




My parents had no idea about my last-minute decision, but faced with the congratulations from everyone around us, they had no choice but to smile and accept it.

They couldnt possibly embarrass their daughter in public, could they?

During the reception, my mom pulled me aside into a private room where my dad was already waiting. She locked the door behind her.

Sienna, what is going on? How did you end up marrying Chris Westfield?

Because hes handsome. I had no better explanation for my sudden impulse.

Handsome? My mom thought about it for a moment. Well he is good-looking.

But hes more than ten years older than you! He was almost done with elementary school when you were born.

So what? They say older men are more caring. I tried to play it cool.

But theres a rumor he cant, well, you know

Yikes. This was going to be tough to explain.

Before I could figure out how to dodge that landmine, there was a knock on the door.

My mom opened it, and there stood Chris. I had no idea how long hed been standing there.

With practiced ease, my parents plastered on polite smiles, as if they hadnt just been gossiping about the man. Mr. Westfield, what brings you here?

Id like to have a word with you both, if you dont mind, Chris said.

I have no idea what he said to them, but by the time their conversation ended, my parents were no longer opposing the marriage. In fact, they seemed genuinely impressed with him.