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’s other admirers, Celine would not get Hayden off her mind after meeting her in person. Celine had been watching

the past, Hayden would nod, respond, and sometimes engage a little with

treated like a princess and no lesser than Caroline at home since the reveal of her identity. A

of the Fisher family was no longer Celine

Caroline presented herself with class and grace as

timid and weak; class and grace were

that the senior executives were helping her. Otherwise, a country bumpkin like Caroline had no means to

stand the most was

was supposed to be the heiress of the Fishers. In fact, Mom had taken her as an adopted daughter. Mom would often bring her along to social or business engagements, and

Fishers. Celine would not be the future head

alcohol, Celine gruffly muttered, “You’re mine, Hayden! Even

a fancy to Hayden too, and Celine could

was jealous of Hayden’s shining to Caroline. Hayden always spoke

“Cece.”