Oops! Keep the Fiancé… I’m Taking the Fake Heiress Chapter 03

Oops! Keep the Fiancé… I’m Taking the Fake Heiress Chapter 03

Before I could finish, Vera yanked me back.

She spread her arms wide and shielded me like a mother hen.

Her slender back trembled slightly, but she didn’t give an inch.

“Dad, she’s your daughter too. How can you talk to her like that?”

Mr. Grant narrowed his eyes.

“Look at her. She doesn’t have a trace of the discipline or polish expected of a woman in this family.”

“She’s rude, reckless, and impossible to present in public.”

“If I’d known, I never would’ve brought her back.”

Martin rubbed his bruised mouth and spat.

“She’s an uncivilized savage!”

“She walked through the door and immediately turned Vera against the rest of us. She’s malicious.”

Ethan chimed in, his voice dripping with disgust.

“Mr. Grant, since that’s how things stand, then the original arrangement should remain with Vera.”

“I could never marry someone like Tessa.”

“Vera is refined, educated, and knows how a woman in our world is expected to behave.”

“She’s the only woman I would consider marrying.”

That shameless speech sent my temper straight through the roof.

I was about to explode, but Vera snapped first.

Her usually gentle face turned icy.

She locked eyes with all three men, her voice cold enough to freeze stone.

“She’s my sister, and she’s the Grant family’s own flesh and blood!”

“What right do you have to treat her this way?”

“What right do you have to drive her out?”

She took a breath, her voice unwavering.

“If she leaves, I’m going with her.”

The hallway went dead silent.

My sister was willing to break with the entire family for me.

My eyes stung.

Rage and gratitude twisted together inside my chest.

I yanked Vera behind me.

No one was going to bully my sister today.

I stepped forward, jabbed a finger at Ethan’s nose, and let him have it.

“You dare bring up marriage?”

“Who do you think you are?”

“You brainless idiot. You think you’re good enough for my sister?”

I nearly spat in his face.

“You’re garbage.”

“You’re not even fit to carry her shoes.”

Ethan went white and staggered back two steps.

I laughed coldly and kept going.

“Let me tell you something.”

“I have eight brothers!”

“Any one of them would be a million times better for my sister than you!”

The three men froze.

Then they burst into jeering laughter.

Martin was practically crying.

“Eight brothers?”

“What is this, some ridiculous fairy tale?”

Ethan’s voice dripped with contempt.

“Everyone knows your foster family is ordinary.”

“They have no status, no influence, and barely any money.”

“And you’re standing here bragging about eight brothers?”

Martin sneered, his eyes full of scorn.

“They’re probably unemployed troublemakers who spend their days getting into street fights.”

“And you have the nerve to parade people like that around as though they’re impressive?”

“You’re shameless.”

“You’re a disgrace to the Grant family.”

Vera shook with anger.

Looking at those self-important idiots, I laughed.

Vera looked at me with pain in her eyes, her brows drawn tight.

Mr. Grant seemed tired of the whole argument.

He waved impatiently and cut everyone off.

“Enough.”

“Since Vera defended you, I’ll let this go.”

“I’m not wasting my breath arguing with a brat who doesn’t know any better.”

He straightened his tie and resumed his head-of-the-family attitude.

“There’s an industry gala in two days.”

“Get dressed properly and come with us.”

“You need to see how people in our world behave.”

“And keep your mouth shut unless someone speaks directly to you.”

“Do not embarrass the Grant family.”