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From the moment he drove away that gang of motorcycle punks for me, I had quietly hidden him in my heart.
But I could never say it because he and my younger sister were childhood sweethearts.
My name is Bella Miller, and my younger sister's name is Lily Miller. We share a father, but not a mother—mine was from the North, hers from the South.
We are half-sisters.
My mother passed away years ago, and she died of Alzheimer's.
From the moment she left this world, I became the unnecessary one in the Miller family.
Around that time, my grandfather was also terminally ill.
He couldn't publicly show his preference for me, so he left behind a special will.
[In the future, all Miller family assets will go to the daughter who remains unmarried. The one who marries will receive nothing.]
My father had no son, only the two of us.
On his deathbed, my grandfather held my hand.
[Bella, your sister and Ethan have been engaged since childhood . The Smith family would never let their only son marry into our family. She was always meant to marry out. In the future, the Miller family will be yours.]
That was what my grandfather told me. But I let him down.
After a cocktail party, Ethan and I were found in the same bed, clothes disheveled, bodies dazed. Everyone saw.
Lily ran out crying, and Ethan chased after her.
Under the pressure of public opinion, Ethan was forced to marry me.
So I became the one who married into the Smith family I lost my right to inherit anything from the Millers — but I got Ethan, the man I had loved for so long. And for a brief moment, I thought it wasn’t such a bad trade.
