My Sister Stole My Wedding Dress and Married the Man I Loved for Money, Then He Was Shocked

I smiled. “That’s very kind, but I wouldn’t want to impose. Besides, I have some work to review before next week’s big announcement.”

Axel’s head snapped up. “What announcement?” he asked.

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” I said, sipping my wine.

“The gala invitation should have reached you by now. I’m sure it’ll be a night to remember.”

Amelia abruptly stood, grabbing my arm. “We need to talk. Now.” she said.

I let her pull me toward the restroom, watching her carefully. She turned to me the moment the door shut.

“Ellie, please. I know you’re angry.” she said.

“Angry?” I repeated, tilting my head.

“No, Amelia, I’m not angry.” I said.

Her eyes filled with desperation. “You don’t understand!” she said.

“Oh, I understand perfectly.” I said.

I took a step closer. “You lied. You stole. You betrayed me. And for what? A man who was never yours to begin with.”

She flinched. “We didn’t mean to hurt you.” she said.

I laughed softly. “Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t mean to? You wore my dress. You planned this for months. But here’s the thing—betrayal has consequences.”

A sharp knock interrupted us. “Amelia?” Axel’s voice asked.

“Is everything okay?” he asked.

I turned, unlocking the door and meeting his gaze. “Oh, everything’s fine,” I said smoothly.

“We were just having a little sisterly chat.”

His eyes darted between us, filled with unease. “Ellie—” he said.

“By the way, Axel,” I said, tilting my head.

“How’s the company doing? I heard some interesting things about last quarter’s financials.”

His expression darkened. “How do you—” he asked.

I patted his cheek as I passed. “You should really pay more attention, darling.”

Uncovering the Fraud and Securing the Final Victory

Back at my table, my phone buzzed with a text from an unknown number. “We need to talk about Axel Harrington. Meet me tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. at Capital Coffee. Ask for Cameron.”

I stared at the message for a moment before another text came through. “I have information you’ll want to hear before the gala.”

Across the restaurant, Amelia and Axel sat in intense silence, their celebration thoroughly ruined. The waiter approached.

“More champagne, Miss?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No, but please send a bottle to my sister’s table.”

I raised my glass in their direction. They thought they had won, but they had no idea I was just getting started.

I arrived at Capital Coffee ten minutes early, scanning the crowded cafe until I spotted him. A man in a charcoal suit was sitting in the corner, his posture relaxed but eyes sharp.

He waved me over. “You must be Ellie Monroe,” he said as I sat down.

“And you must be Cameron,” I replied.

He slid a folder across the table. “I’m the external auditor for Harrington Enterprises. I think you’re going to want to see this.”

I opened it, my eyes scanning the documents—bank statements, wire transfers, records of money being funneled out of the company. Millions of dollars.

My stomach tightened. “Axel’s been stealing from his own company,” Cameron said.

“But here’s where it gets interesting. The money isn’t in his accounts; it’s in accounts under your sister’s name.”

My breath caught. “Amelia?” I asked.

He nodded. “I don’t think she knows. The accounts were created months ago with transactions Axel initiated.”

“I’ve seen this before; he’s setting her up. If this ever came to light, he’d blame her and claim she was behind it all.” he said.

I closed the folder slowly. So this wasn’t just about betrayal anymore; this was about fraud.

And Axel was willing to throw Amelia under the bus to save himself. “Does the board know?” I asked.

“Not yet,” Cameron said.

“I was preparing my report when I heard about your acquisition. I figured you might want to handle this before I go public.”

My phone buzzed: Leah. I hesitated, then answered.

“Ellie, Amelia is freaking out,” she said.

“She said she got bank statements for accounts she doesn’t recognize. Axel told her it was a banking error, but she doesn’t believe him. She’s scared.”

I exhaled slowly. “Tell her to keep those statements safe, and tell her not to sign anything Axel gives her.”

“Ellie, what’s going on?” she asked.

“I’ll explain soon,” I said before hanging up.

I turned back to Cameron, determination hardening my voice. “We need to move fast. The board meeting is this afternoon. I want Axel blindsided.”

Cameron smirked. “I like the way you think.”

Back in my apartment, Christine and Bruno were waiting. “How bad is it?” Christine asked.

I tossed the folder onto the table. “Worse than we thought. Axel’s not just a liar; he’s a criminal.”

Bruno flipped through the documents, his expression unreadable. “If the board sees this, he’s finished.”

“Then let’s make sure they do,” I said.

“Bruno, you need to make sure I have their full support when I take over.”

Christine crossed her arms. “And Amelia?” she asked.

I hesitated. “She’s a victim in this, too, but that doesn’t mean I forgive her. Not yet.”

Christine sighed. “Just don’t let revenge be the only thing driving you.”

“This isn’t just revenge,” I said.

“This is business.”

The emergency board meeting was set for 3:00 p.m., and I arrived early, watching as the members trickled in. Harrington senior executives, key investors, Axel’s own father—they were all here.

And then, at exactly 3:05, Axel walked in. His eyes locked onto me, confusion flickering in them before turning into suspicion.

“What the hell is this?” he asked.

Bruno stood. “We’re here to discuss recent financial concerns within Harrington Enterprises.”

Axel scoffed, adjusting his suit. “Financial concerns? Oh, please.”

Cameron entered the room, setting up his laptop. “Let’s begin, shall we?” he asked.

Axel paled; he recognized him. The moment Cameron projected the financial statements onto the screen, the room fell silent.

“For the past year,” Cameron began,

“millions have been siphoned from the company into private accounts under Amelia Monroe’s name. However, upon further investigation, we found that every transaction was authorized by Axel Harrington.”

Gasps rippled across the table. Axel stood abruptly.

“This is ridiculous! My fiancée wouldn’t—” he said.

“You mean your wife,” I cut in smoothly.

“The one you married in my dress.”

He clenched his fists. “This is a setup!” he said.

Cameron clicked to another screen showing emails, transfer approvals, and Axel’s own digital footprint.