“My fiancé, Ethan, drove me to an abandoned warehouse, promising a private, romantic surprise proposal. Instead of a diamond ring, he handed me a spiked glass of champagne. As my knees buckled, my adoptive sister, Seraphina, stepped out of the shadows, linking arms with him. They laughed as they told me I was nothing but a convenient placeholder for their family merger. Ethan had always belonged to her. When I screamed for my brother Julian to save me, Ethan casually confessed he had orchestrated a truck accident to crush Julian to death because he knew too much. Surrounded by their hired thugs, I realized my entire life was a lie, and the only person who truly loved me was dead. In a final act of pure, agonizing hatred, I kicked over a metal drum of gasoline and sparked a lighter. The flames consumed the warehouse. Ethan abandoned Seraphina to save himself, and I dragged her into the inferno with me, burning to ashes together. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand how the family that raised me could be so monstrous. Opening my eyes again, I was back in my bedroom, exactly one week before the deadly surprise. My phone buzzed. It was Hayes Decker, the ruthless Wall Street billionaire whose obsessive marriage proposal I had once laughed off. This time, I answered the call. "Yes, I'll marry you. Come get me right now."”