Call Me Mrs. Sterling

Jessica was losing her mind in the family SnapChat group, bragging that she was about to marry into a billion-dollar dynasty — and then had the nerve to demand I hand over the old mansion my parents left me as her wedding gift.

Her mother Barbara piled on, sneering that I was a twenty-nine-year-old woman destined to die alone, that no one would ever truly love me, and that I deserved to rot in the gutter for the rest of my life.

What they didn't know was that I had just officially registered my marriage to the man who runs that entire empire.