Twelve hours before my wedding, I overheard my fiancé’s family plotting to steal my company—so I made sure their scheme was exposed before I ever said “I do.”

eight the next morning, the coastline looked impossibly peaceful.

Sunlight bounced off the ocean. White chairs stood in neat rows on the lawn outside a small historic chapel. Pale flowers covered the wooden arch where Warren and I were supposed to exchange vows.

Guests arrived in expensive cars, dressed in tailored suits and elegant spring dresses.

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