The Fake Heiress And Her Obsessive Fiancé Chapter 01
“Cristy, Wesley’s out fooling around with Shawn and the others again.”
The music in the bar was deafening.
My best friend, Flossie Howard, was going on about Wesley’s latest antics while I sat there, distracted and barely listening.
She handed me her phone.
In the video, Wesley lounged against a sports car in a flamboyant burgundy shirt. A cigarette hung from his fingers, his expression languid and nonchalant.
He was surrounded by a crowd of rich playboys, each with a scantily clad woman draped over his arm.
I finished the video with total composure and returned the phone to Flossie as if I’d just watched a weather report.
“It’s fine. Let him be.”
“Is something up?” Flossie pressed a hand to my forehead. “No fever…
“Who are you, and what have you done with Cristina?”
“Flossie.” I shot her a look. “Want me to bring up the embarrassing thing you did when you were six to prove who I am?”
Then I grabbed my bag and headed for the door.
Honestly, Flossie’s shock at my sudden change was totally justified.
After all, ever since I got engaged to Wesley at eight, I had kept him under my watchful eye, controlling him in every way I could.
Back then, I had the right to.
Now… I wasn’t so sure anymore.
Because soon, I might not be his fiancée at all.
Three days ago, I accidentally learned that I wasn’t the biological daughter of my current parents.
I had been switched at birth.
Before long, the Lambert family’s real daughter would be found and brought back.
And the fate of a fake heiress like me… probably wouldn’t be pretty.
Over the years, relying on my status as the Lambert family’s heiress—and the fiancée of the Hayden family’s successor—I’d offended quite a few people.
Plenty of people were sharpening their knives, waiting for my fall from grace.
Wesley was the most of all.
Ever since our betrothal, I’d used his grandfather, Ronald Hayden, as my shield to control his every move.
After he came of age, I even laid down three rules for him. Rule one: No smoking, no heavy drinking, no fighting—and absolutely no hanging around friends who would lead him astray.
Rule two: No staying out overnight. He had to be home before midnight every night.
Rule three: He had to fulfill his duties as my fiancé. At least three times a week, we had to sleep together.
Whenever my control got on his nerves, Wesley would glare at me and snap, “Just you wait, Cristina. One day, I’m dumping this ridiculous engagement with you.”
I never took those words seriously.
But now… things were different.
Marriages between powerful families had always been about equal status.
No matter how much Ronald liked me, he would never allow his grandson to marry a woman who offered nothing to his career.
This engagement was destined to fall apart.
If I didn’t want Wesley kicking me while I was down after my true identity was exposed, the only thing I could do was start changing now—stop interfering in his life entirely.
