Jilted by the Heir

My fiancé came from a family with a century-old legacy, and they had one unwritten rule:

Only a woman who received jewelry designed by the groom himself would be recognized as his bride.

On the eve of our engagement party, I was still waiting for the pink diamond my fiancé had promised me.

Then I saw that very diamond on his adopted sister’s blog.

“Thanks for cheering me up, Ethan! All I had to do was say I was upset, and he gave me this pink diamond!”

I let out a cold laugh. This was a marriage between two powerful families. I wanted to see how he planned to explain himself tomorrow.