I wore another woman’s wedding dress and married into a billionaire family, thinking I could divorce in three months and save my father. But at the wedding, Julian exposed me as the fake bride—then still put the ring on my finger. He called me the “queen” he had searched for for three years. As cheating scandals, family short-selling, and algorithmic manipulation came to light, I realized I was never a pawn. I was the one who could overturn the entire board.
