Chapter 1

After I returned to my wealthy birth family, the fake heiress Megan took me along on ninety-nine dates with her fiancé, Lucas.

Every single time, she'd cry to Lucas, "Jenna should be your fiancée, not me. I'm just a fraud."

Megan deliberately locked Lucas and me in a room together, even made me wear her dresses to test him.

Every single time, Lucas firmly chose her.

Megan got her satisfaction from being chosen over and over again.

Until the last time, when Megan demanded Lucas propose to her on a livestream witnessed by millions of viewers.

With everyone watching, Megan once again claimed she wasn't worthy and bought a last-minute ticket to Paris.

"Lucas, Jenna should be your fiancée."

She thought this time would be like all the others: Lucas would chase after her.

But Lucas just wearily rubbed his temples.

"Jenna Morgan, will you marry me?"

I smiled as I slipped on the ten-carat pink diamond that was originally meant for Megan, becoming Lucas's fiancée amid the blessings of guests and elders.

After the guests left and only the two of us remained, Lucas looked at the string of red exclamation marks on his phone and rubbed his temples.

"Jenna, I'm sorry. If you meet someone you like later, you can come to me anytime to break off the engagement."

"The family will give you reasonable compensation. We might need to attend some events together during this time. Sorry for the trouble."

Because of Megan's constant "humility," Lucas had been humiliated dozens of times. The family elders already had issues with him.

If it weren't for me, Lucas and his family would have become the laughingstock of their entire circle today.

I nodded gracefully and appropriately.

"It's fine. Until my sister returns, I'll do my best as your fiancée."

"Don't blame her. She just lacks security. When she comes back, I'll return the position of Mrs. Anderson to her."

"I'll have to trouble you to look after me during this time, Mr. Anderson."

Lucas's expression darkened considerably when thinking about his runaway bride, but it softened a bit when he looked at me. He transferred thirty million dollars to me as compensation.

"If your parents get any news about Megan, let me know."

I nodded at him with concern, then immediately deleted the location information Megan had sent me a few hours ago.

She wanted to use me to tell Lucas where she was, like before, for some grand cross-continental romance chase.

But now I was Lucas's fiancée. Did she really think I'd give back what I'd already gotten?

Dream on!

After Lucas left, I returned to the Morgan house.

My parents were sitting on the sofa anxiously calling Megan.

When their eyes fell on me, they both seemed hesitant to speak.

"Jenna, Megan and Lucas grew up together. They love each other. Your engagement to Lucas today was just a temporary measure..."

"Megan is kind-hearted and willing to give these things back to you, but she doesn't owe you anything."

Megan's mother had switched us at birth, letting Megan live as the Morgan family heiress for over twenty years, but my birth parents said she didn't owe me anything.

This itself was a form of favoritism.

But I just smiled lightly.

"I know. Don't worry, Mom and Dad. Today when my sister left Lucas at the proposal, the Anderson family must have been upset. I only agreed to be Lucas's bride to help her."

"I'll take care of Lucas's family for her and explain things to them. When she comes back, I'll return to my proper place."

My parents visibly relaxed.

"Good girl. When your sister comes back, we'll definitely find you a good match."

"We'll find someone from a lower social standing, so you can live more comfortably."

I smiled politely, then turned away.

Wait for my sister to come back?

By then I'd probably already be married to Lucas.