We Escaped Our Arranged Wedding Together

Summary

The day Grandpa Lawrence announced the heir to Keating Foods, I stood in the study with seventeen years of flawless performance reviews, elite business school preparation, and absolute confidence.

Instead, he gave the company to my brother, Thomas—a boy whose only notable talent was baking pastries.

I froze, the air leaving my lungs in a cold rush.

For seventeen years, my entire life had been a meticulously calculated rehearsal for this very day. My parents had treated me with an icy, unyielding discipline, telling me that the weight of the Keating legacy required a spine of steel.