Marrying MR Billionaire

"You're already married! Why are you here to register again?! "Don't you realize it's a crime to be a bigamist?" ... Lyra Olsen, startled, stepped out of the courthouse, holding a just-printed marriage certificate. The man who had accompanied her here to register looked at the stunning woman and lamented, "Miss Olsen, you're already married. Why did you hire me for a sham wedding?" After saying that the deposit was non-refundable, he left in a hurry. Lyra bit her lip, still reeling from the shock. She'd never even had a boyfriend.

How could she possibly be married?! She lowered her head to look at the printout in her hands. In the certificate photo, the girl appeared a bit constrained with a forced smile. The mole on the corner of her eye proved that it was indeed her. As for the man... He had heavy features and a prominent nose. His thin lips curved into a faint smile as he stared into the camera lens intently as if they were piercing through the paper. His mystery and commanding presence couldn't be concealed, even in a black-and-white photo. She then looked at his name: Dean Horton. She was certain she never met this man! What on earth was going on?! Lyra took out her phone, snapped a picture of the certificate, opened WhatsApp, and sent it to a contact with a black avatar. "Help me figure out who this is." She got an instant reply. "Got it." Only then did Lyra momentarily set aside her confusion. She climbed onto her old electric scooter and slowly rode into an upscale villa area, returning to the Olsen family. Today was her older sister, Selene Olsen's, big day. Her future husband was coming over for the betrothal. The house was brilliantly decorated with servants busying about in an orderly fashion. A few temp workers had also been hired for the occasion. Lyra parked her scooter in a corner and heard the chatter of the temp workers and servants she passed by. "Who is she? She's so pretty!" "Shush, she's the illegitimate daughter that the Boss doesn't acknowledge." "Her mom was the mistress. When Mrs. Olsen was about to give birth, she showed up heavily pregnant, demanding rights, and they both delivered on the same day. That old woman has got balls. She has made up all sorts of excuses and not left the house." "At least Miss Lyra knows her place. She moved out in junior high and hasn't been back for many years. I wonder what brings her here today..." Lyra kept her gaze lowered, pretending not to hear their talk, and walked into the living room. Her mother, Hannah Hills, was waiting at the door. The woman, still elegant at such an age, anxiously pulled her upstairs as soon as she entered the house. "Come with me to see your sister. By the way, did you get the marriage certificate?" There was no emotion in Lyra's voice. "Yes." It was technically true, even though the groom was someone else. "That's good. You have to remember your place. Nathaniel Houston is your sister's fiancé. He's from a high-ranking noble family, something an illegitimate child like you could never hope for! Only your sister is worthy of him!" Hearing these words, a touch of mockery flashed in Lyre's eyes. Nathaniel Horton, the legitimate grandson of the first branch of Oceanion's preeminent Horton family, pursued her for four years in college, only to propose to Selene on graduation day... Upon learning about the proposal, Hannah demanded Lyra to immediately find someone else to marry, extinguishing any potential between her and Nathaniel. That's how it had always been... Whenever there was even the slightest chance of a conflict of interest between her and Selene, Hannah would demand her to unconditionally give way. Because she was the illegitimate daughter, her mere existence was a sin. As a child, she was brainwashed into believing that undergoing all those hardships was a natural thing. But now she was no longer oblivious. Lyra expression was solemn as she stressed each word, "We agreed. This is the last time." Hannah was the culprit. She was the one who clung to the Olsen family day after day just to see her man, and she was the one who wanted to appease Selene. Lyra wouldn't ruin her own life for Hannah's sake. Today's event was to repay Hannahs for giving birth to her. After that, they were even. Hannah sounded annoyed. "I heard you." In the middle of their conversation, they arrived at Selene's room. The pretty girl was like a princess in her stunning dress. She was sitting on the sofa selecting her jewelry, and the room was filled with the glamorous sparkle of gemstones. Lyra, dressed simply, maintained her straight posture despite the contrast. Isla greeted her upon seeing her. "Lyra" what brings you here?" Before Lyra could answer, Hannah interjected, "Selene, Lyra got married today." Selene was surprised. "So soon? Who's the guy? Is he better than Nathaniel?" Hannah said in a mocking tone, "Of course not! There isn't a single person in all of Oceanion of higher standing than young Mr. Horton! Selene, do you really think she could find a decent suitor? The loser she married didn't even dare to come here with her. He's afraid that his poverty-stricken appearance will offend your sight!" Selene asked with a hint of jealousy, "How can that be? Lyra is so pretty; otherwise Nathaniel wouldn't have pursued her for four years." "What's the use of being pretty? A shabby shoe will only match a ragged sock. Given her status, only the scum of society would marry her. Young Mr. Horton merely saw her as a toy and a passing amusement. Only you, Selene, with your status, are a match for young Mr. Horton..." Lyra frowned. The man in the photo, with his looks and presence, didn't seem to correspond with Hannah's description of a ghetto husband and scum at all. But she couldn't be bothered to refute these frivolous remarks. Right at that moment, Selene finished picking out her jewelry. She wanted to put on her heels but found it difficult to bend over due to the tight-fitting dress. Selene gave Lyra a slight smile. Immediately, Hannah pushed Lyra. "Useless girl, always so oblivious! Your sister is having trouble. Now go on and help her put on her shoes!" Lyra was speechless. It was always like this. Did Hannah still think she was that naive, ignorant little girl who wouldn't know how to fight back even when bullied? Her eyes were cold, and her voice hinted with impatience. "You can help her yourself." "Lyra Olsen, what's this attitude? Do you think you've grown wings just because you're married now? Your husband is nothing more than a freeloader! In the end, you'll still need to rely on the Olsen family!" Hannah raised her voice. "If you don't make peace with your sister now, there will come a day when you and your husband will come begging her for help! Besides, the Olsen family raised you, so you should be serving the family like a servant!" At that moment, a tall figure appeared at the door. It was their father, Noah Olsen. The man frowned. "A distinguished guest is about to arrive, and you're arguing here?" Selene remained silent, playing innocent. Hannah, however, played the victim. "It's all because of this cursed girl. She's looking down on her mother just because she got married today... " Noah fixed his gaze on Lyra, "You got married? Why didn't you let us help introduce someone decent to you? Where's the marriage certificate, let me see... " Faced with this estranged father's so-called concern, Lyra hesitated for a moment before fishing out the printout from her bag.This is the property of However, the very next second, it was snatched away by Hannah. "Let me see what kind of loser you married!" Selene asked curiously, "Dad, who's coming that's got you so nervous?" Upon thinking of the guest, Noah instantly brightened up. He excitedly announced, "It's Dean Horton." Lyra was immediately taken aback. Who?