The Bradford family and Ada were seriously quick on the draw. While ra was stillid up at home, nursing her injury, her phone buzzed with a call from Megan. "ra, are you and Nate tying the knot?"


    ra paused, her brows knitting together. "Who told you that?"


    "Nate was at Moonlight today, totally stered, bragging to everyone that you''re his wife. He even said the Bradford family is all for it, and the wedding''s set for the end of the month. There were others there too. They said they got invites from the Bradford family."


    ra felt a sudden heaviness in her chest. She quickly fished out her phone, found Simon''s contact, and called him up. No answer.


    A wave of unease swept over her. She dialed Ryan next.


    Ryan picked up, sounding chipper. "ra, isn''t Nate supposed to pick you up for your dress fitting? The housekeeper''s already off booking the hotel. You''re getting hitched soon, so aren''t youing back? I saw the wedding dresses delivered this afternoon and thought you''d tried them on already."


    Everyone seemed clued in on her impending nuptials. Everyone except her.


    ra found it all so ridiculous. She took a deep breath, but even after hanging up, she felt like she was suffocating. No one had bothered to ask her what she wanted. It was as if they''d just drag her to the altar, no questions asked as she had no say in it.


    Rage bubbled up inside her.


    She grabbed the dossier Dn had given her, meticulously checking each person''s details. Her eyes finallynded on Ada''s name.


    She couldn''t just sit back and let this happen. If people wanted a spectacle, she''d make Ada the star of that show.


    ra immediately thought of Sonya. She''d crossed paths with Sonya once before. That woman was insatiably greedy and probably held a grudge against Ada for marrying into wealth. A woman''s jealousy is a dangerous thing.


    ra had Sonya''s number on her phone, and after work, she went to see her.


    Sonya was thrilled to get ra''s call. Any contact from ra usually meant a nice payday. She saw ra as her personal ATM.


    Despite still being annoyed about that handbag incident, Sonya figured Simon had probably spoken to ra. She assumed ra wasing to make amends.


    This time, she wouldn''t ask for much-just three million. For someone like ra, that was chump change.


    The more Sonya dwelled on it, the more excited she got. She was ready to ditch her poker game, but her poker buddies weren''t having it.


    "Sonya, you leaving? You still owe each of us fifty grand. Isn''t it time you settle up?"


    Sonya scoffed, unting her bracelet. "Fifty grand is nothing. This bracelet''s worth a million. I just don''t want to sell it now. I''ll have three million soon, and I''ll pay you back in no time."


    The other yers eyed her with disdain. They only yed poker with her, because they knew Sonya had a fool who would always handed her money.