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I Faked a Fiancé to Win the Family Inheritance Only to Discover My Sister’s Shocking Plot Against Me — Story of the Day

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He paused, and I saw something flicker in his eyes—maybe nerves or maybe something else.

My mother clasped her hands with excitement. Megan smirked, folding her arms, clearly enjoying the performance. I forced myself to breathe, gripping my napkin so tightly my knuckles turned white.

Zach continued, “She pushes me to be better every day. And I realized… well, I realized that I couldn’t imagine my life without her.”

His voice softened, almost genuine, and for a moment, I felt the room fade as he looked at me. I nearly forgot we were pretending. Nearly.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes!” I clapped my hands together, throwing on the biggest smile I could muster. “Oh, I… I can’t believe it!” I gushed, practically shoving my hand out so he could slide the ring onto my trembling finger.

As he slipped the ring on, I was praying no one noticed the rush of desperation beneath it all.

“Oh, Claire, sweetheart!” Mom cried, practically bouncing in her seat. “This is just… wonderful! I’m so happy for you both!”

As I tried to force a laugh, I could feel Megan’s eyes boring into me. But I was determined to play this role to the end, whatever it took.

“Oh, Claire, darling,” Mom continued. “You know, I’ve been saving something very special for this day.”

She hurried out of the room, her heels clicking with excitement. A few minutes later, she returned, carrying a box wrapped in delicate silk.

“This was my wedding dress,” she said, her eyes misty with nostalgia as she opened the box. “I saved it, hoping one day I could give it to one of my daughters. And now… it’s yours.”

Mom’s joy, Zach’s quiet resignation, and Megan’s smirk—it was too much. I forced a smile, trying to keep my hands from shaking. “Oh, Mom, I… I don’t know what to say. This is… so generous.”

“Tomorrow,” Mom said, beaming, “we’ll have the ceremony. I’ve already called the family priest.”

Beside me, I felt Zach go rigid. His face was drained of color, and my own heart pounded with panic.

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