My Sister Stole My Wedding, So I Took Her Husband's Company

I made it to my car before I started shaking.

The engine roared to life and I pulled out of the driveway, gravel spraying behind me. My phone buzzed constantly in the passenger seat, but I didn't look at it. My hands were locked on the steering wheel, my breath coming in jagged pulls.

I drove around for three hours before I realized I didn’t know where I was going, so I pulled into a rest stop just outside the city. My phone had one hundred and fifteen missed calls and texts. Most of them were from my parents with one from Vivian that I deleted without reading but I couldn't read the rest yet.

Every notification felt like someone else's hand on my throat.

I sat in the parking lot for twenty minutes just breathing. The late afternoon sun was starting to dip. In another hour or so, my dress… would come off my sister's body.

Nothing from Mason, still. He’d gotten what he wanted, hadn’t he? A business merger with my family. Except Vivian had said something about Mason thinking I had money.

My phone buzzed. An email notification.

It was from Raymond Keller, Esq. My grandfather's lawyer. A name I hadn't seen in five years.

Subject: Urgent Regarding Your Assets.

Ms. Wright,

I hope this email finds you well. I've been trying to reach you regarding the estate your grandfather left in trust for you. As you turn 28 next month, you'll gain full access to the controlling shares of Celestial Holdings, which is 51% of the company's total stock.

I need to meet with you to discuss transfer protocols and board responsibilities. Please contact me at your earliest convenience.

I read it three times.

Celestial Holdings. The technology conglomerate that had made my grandfather a billionaire before he died when I was twenty-three. I'd heard about the trust, though vaguely, but I wasn't surprised because he did always say I was like him, that I had his head for business but I'd been so focused on proving myself without his name that I'd never asked questions.

Fifty-one percent. Controlling interest.

I pulled up my phone’s browser and searched for Mason’s company, Sterling Enterprises. His family’s real estate development firm, and then I searched for their major partners.

Celestial Holdings was their largest contractor.

Seventy percent of Sterling’s current projects were funded through Celestial subsidiaries. If that partnership ended, Mason’s family would lose everything.

He'd proposed to me because he believed marrying me would give him control of Celestial.

Mason had proposed to the wrong woman, and now he'd married her.

I sat there in that parking lot for twenty minutes, staring at my phone screen then I called Raymond Keller.

He answered on the first ring. "Ms. Wright. I've been trying to reach you."

"I need to access my grandfather's estate," I said. "Tonight."

There was a pause. "Your birthday isn't until…"

"I know. But the house. I can access that now, can't I?"

"Yes. That’s been held in trust for you since his passing. It’s been maintained but unoccupied. You’re welcome to move in whenever you’d like."

Two hours later, I pulled through the gates of my grandfather's estate. A sprawling mansion on ten acres in the hills. I'd visited once as a child, but my parents had cut ties with him after some argument I'd never understood.

Now I understood perfectly.

He'd chosen me as his heir, not my parents or Vivian, and they'd spent my entire life making sure I never knew how much power I actually had.

The house was exactly as I remembered. Elegant, understated, filled with art and books. A housekeeper appeared, an older woman who'd apparently been maintaining the property for years.

"Ms. Wright," she said warmly. "Your grandfather would be so pleased to see you here."

I smiled. It felt strange. "Thank you."

She showed me to the master suite, and I collapsed on the bed still wearing my bathrobe and sneakers.

My phone buzzed again.

This time it was Mason.

Elise, we need to talk. This isn't what it looks like.

I stared at the message for a long moment then I blocked his number.

I didn't need to talk.

I needed to plan.