Everyone believed the alliance between the Harlow and Grant families, forged through marriage, was officially over.
They were all waiting to see me fall apart, eager for a spectacle.
Yes, my engagement to Victor was annulled.
But if they were expecting me to become a laughingstock, they were destined for disappointment.
That day, the Harlow estate was unusually lively.
Victor had brought along a troupe of supporters–popular influencers promoting the “Fate’s Chosen One” narrative, witnesses
to the aurora event, and even a handful of prominent business figures.
A group this large and determined marched straight into William’s study to apply pressure.
The moment my father caught wind of the situation, he rushed over with several uncles and senior executives in tow.
The Grant family, with its century–long legacy, had never been so humiliated.
“Mr. William, since Victor’s mind is made up, why not let him have his way?”
“Our family won’t object!”
To think that everything had spiraled to this point over a mute girl from the countryside.
William was furious, his anger palpable, but his hands were tied.
The situation had snowballed beyond control. Even if he refused to give his blessing, it was too late to reverse the damage.
But then came the bigger issue–what would happen to my reputation?
A Grant heiress, tied to a decade–long engagement with Victor, was suddenly cast aside. Who would dare marry me after this?
Ruining my name like this would make it impossible for the Harlow and Grant families to maintain their alliance. Would this be
the final blow that dismantled years of partnership?
As the room grew tense with no resolution in sight, an unexpected figure entered.
That morning, I had sent Graham a carefully worded message:
“Dress impeccably. First impressions matter. Don’t be fooled by my father’s serious demeanor. He’s surprisingly swayed by
appearances.”
Rumor has it that when he arrived, Graham was the picture of refinement–striking, elegant, and every bit the image of sophistication.
He was tall, poised, and effortlessly commanding.
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When he finally stopped to take his place, the realization dawned on everyone.
Wasn’t this the reclusive, sickly original heir of the Harlow family?
And yet, the moment he spoke, his words stunned the entire room.
“Respected elders, I am willing to marry Mia Grant.”
