The Billionaire's Discarded Bride Was Never His to Keep

The night before the wedding, my best friend Faith Curry suddenly dropped to her knees in front of me and begged.

"Tracey, I'm begging you. Give Harold Gilbert to me."

"I'm bound to a system. If I can't win him over, I'll die."

"I won't come between the two of you. All I'm asking is for you to give me the place of Mrs. Gilbert."

Before I could say a word to her pleading,

Harold had already moved in front of her, his expression set.

"Tracey, we can't just stand by and let Faith die."

"Tomorrow, we swap the bride for Faith. All right?"