Married at First Sight

Hayden callously turned down the offer. “I don’t want to drink with you, Ms. Celine. Excuse me.”

Surrounded by her security detail, Hayden walked past Celine.

As Hayden brushed past, Celine cried out to Hayden, but Hayden refused to give her the time of the day. Hayden simply walked on.

Celine stamped her foot in rage.

Although the Fishers were not the wealthiest in Jensburg, the family was in the circle of the rich and powerful. People would always suck up to her every time she attended social events.

Celine was no short of suitors, but these men were merely on their parents’ bankroll and had nothing to show for it.

Her privileged life with the Fishers gave Celine her arrogance, so Celine believed she deserved better than these men who were living off their parents. Still, all the good and remarkable men out there steered clear of Celine because they knew they would have to take the Fishers’ last name rather than vice versa.

Only these incapable trust babies would go for the future head of the Fisher household.

Hayden off her mind after meeting her in person. Celine had been watching Hayden in the dark since then and

nod, respond, and sometimes engage a little

lesser than Caroline at home since the reveal of her identity. A

family was no longer Celine

favored Caroline. Apparently, Caroline presented herself

timid and weak; class and grace were

had not gone bankrupt under Caroline’s leadership was that the senior executives were helping her. Otherwise, a country bumpkin like Caroline had no means to manage businesses

was people’s attitude toward her and Caroline

as an adopted daughter. Mom would often bring her along to

not the true heiress of the Fishers. Celine would not be the future head

Celine gruffly muttered, “You’re mine, Hayden! Even if I can’t have

fancy to Hayden too, and

jealous of Hayden’s shining to Caroline. Hayden always spoke tenderly with Caroline and looked

“Cece.”