I Signed The Disownment, Then A Billionaire Claimed Me

Synopsis

"Stop. Cut the music!" A woman's loud voice rang out. Inside the grand ballroom of the Jelasburg Hotel, the romantic wedding march came to an abrupt halt. I, Charlotte Summers, stood frozen in the middle of the red carpet, clutching the heavy skirt of my wedding dress. The guests were staring at me, not with warm wishes, but with mocking curiosity. My mother, Margaret Summers, rushed onto the stage. But instead of holding a bouquet to offer her blessings, she was clutching a crumpled property deed. "Charlotte, don't get married just yet. Sign this document first," she demanded, her sharp voice echoing through the hall over the microphone. I stared at her, an icy chill washing over me. "Mom," I said, "today is my wedding day." "Exactly." My brother, Edward Summers, jumped onto the stage right behind her, looking completely unapologetic. "Vivian is marrying Tyler Grant, and he specifically asked for that downtown luxury penthouse. The place is in your name, so you need to sign it over to Vivian." I trembled with rage. That penthouse was mine. It was the result of countless sleepless nights working and sacrificing everything during college. Vivian Summers was only their adopted daughter. Yet in this family, she was the golden child, while I was nothing more than a money-making machine. "That place is my life. I won't give it up," I said, my voice hoarse, forcing out every heavy word.