I Married His Uncle for Revenge

Chapter 3

Morning light filtered through the curtains, yanking me out of a nightmare.

In my dream, Stella's smug smile and Ethan Sterling's cold, unforgiving stare tangled together, sending a chill through my bones.

My phone buzzed with a message from my mother:

"Quentin's returning next week. Both families have agreed. The engagement party will be next month."

I squeezed my phone so hard my fingers turned white.

In my past life, Quentin Sterling had never married. Now, he was set to become my fiancé.

The older brother I once adored was about to become my husband.

At the studio, I laid out the design sketches.

This wedding dress had been through countless revisions—an idea I started back in college. In my last life, I'd torn apart every part of it that I loved, just to please Ethan. Now, I could finally make something true to myself.

"Bianca, what do you think of this lace—"

My assistant, Mei, froze, her eyes glued to her phone.

I leaned over, and the sight of it made my blood run cold.

Stella's social media was plastered with a photo of my wedding dress in tatters. She was wearing a shortened version, clinging to Ethan's side.

"Ethan said this dress was outdated, so he helped me redesign it~ He says I look good in anything!"

My hands shook as I stormed into the elevator, fury bubbling inside me.

On the fifth-floor banquet hall, deafening music pounded through the air.

Stella swayed her hips, the once-elegant gown now a joke of a minidress on her.

"What the hell are you doing?" I demanded, my voice shaking with rage.

Stella flinched, darting behind Ethan like a scared rabbit.

"Bianca, why are you so upset? Ethan said you were never going to wear this dress anyway—"

Ethan scowled.

"It's just a damn dress. Stella liked it, so I gave it to her. Why make such a scene?"

I grabbed the scissors from the table and, without hesitation, slashed through the fabric of Stella's dress.

"Listen carefully, Ethan Sterling."

My voice was quiet, but it cut through the chaos like a knife.

"From now on, I want nothing to do with you—or the Sterling family."

Ethan's face darkened with anger.

"Bianca Northwood! Have you lost your mind?"

But before I could leave, Stella crumpled to the floor, clutching her ankle with a whimper.

"Ethan, I think I twisted my ankle..."

I watched as Ethan immediately dropped to his knees, all concern for her. I laughed, bitter and cold.

How had I ever been willing to die for a man like this in my past life?

As I turned to walk away, Ethan's voice rang out behind me, full of fury.

"Bianca! Who the hell do you think you are? Without the Sterlings, you're nothing!"

I didn't even glance back.

This time, I was going to show them just how far Bianca Northwood could go—without the Sterlings.