A Business Marriage? Turns Out the Tycoon’s Wife Is Filthy Rich

Selena's POV

The day before my engagement to Myrdal Carter, I saw a delicate-looking girl crying in his arms.

Myrdal was gently comforting her in a soft voice.

My mother stood nearby, wiping away tears excitedly, muttering over and over: "It's good you're back, it's good you're back."

The four of them stood together, looking like a harmonious family, while I seemed like the outsider.

I casually walked up to them and asked, "Who is she?"

The moment I appeared, their reunion scene froze instantly.

Myrdal instinctively tried to push the girl away, but she held onto his arm tightly.

The girl looked at me with challenging eyes.

Mother stepped forward to explain: "Perfect timing. This is my biological daughter, Taisia. Myrdal found her recently and brought her back."

I frowned. "How come I didn't know you had another daughter?"

"I only have one daughter, and you were the one switched at birth twenty years ago." Mother looked at me with disgust: "I always felt you weren't like me—weird personality, no sense of romance. Turns out you're a fake!"

She took Taisia's hand, her expression turning kind and gentle: "Taisia is much more like me."

I could hardly believe it.

Although my parents had been cold to me all these years, I never imagined I wasn't their biological child.

Taisia lowered her head pitifully, looking pitiful: "Mom, I've missed you so much all these years..."

As she spoke, she glanced at me lightly and extended her hand: "You must be Selena. Thank you for taking care of my parents all these years."

I looked at her coldly, with no intention of shaking her hand.

The atmosphere became awkward at that moment.

Taisia's lips turned pale as she weakly wiped her tears: "Should I not have come back and disrupted Selena's life?"

Mother rushed to comfort her. "Silly child, what are you saying? She's just like that—no manners at all! From now on, this is your home. You're my daughter, and no one can say otherwise."

Every word was meant for me to hear.

Taisia looked at Myrdal with teary eyes. "Really?"

Myrdal nodded, then said to me. "I found Taisia in a rural village. She's suffered a lot these years. I hope you can be nice to her."

I looked at Taisia and met a pair of hostile eyes.

She looked at me as if I were the villain who had stolen her happy life like a cuckoo in the nest.

I laughed and looked up at Myrdal. "I guess we can't get engaged tomorrow then?"

As soon as I finished speaking, Taisia's face changed. She grabbed Myrdal's arm and started crying again. "You're getting engaged? Then what about me?"

At those words, everyone fell silent.

The marriage alliance between my family and Myrdal's had been arranged since childhood, involving the honor of both families.

Now that the real daughter had returned, I naturally couldn't marry Myrdal as the daughter of the Kateson family.

"Let's put the engagement on hold for now." Father spoke first, saying gently to Taisia: "You just got back, rest well for a few days."

He called the servants to prepare a room for Taisia.

After Taisia was taken upstairs by the servants, Myrdal explained to me somewhat awkwardly. "Selena, I know you can't accept this right away, but I need to discuss this with my family."

Mother scoffed dismissively: "What's there to discuss? The Kateson family only has one daughter—Taisia. If you're going to marry anyone, it should be Taisia."

Father also agreed with Mother's view: "That's right. Both our families are prominent in the empire. If outsiders found out we married off a fake daughter to your family, we'd be the laughingstock of everyone."

I silently looked at Myrdal, waiting for his response.

Myrdal's expression wavered for a moment, but ultimately he couldn't make up his mind: "Let me think about it."

I closed my eyes in despair. It seemed I wasn't that important to him after all.

How foolish of me. Just moments ago, I had even thought Myrdal would firmly choose to marry me.

This man who just yesterday swore his love to me, saying he would marry no one but me, was now wavering because of a few words from my parents.

Myrdal, your love is truly cheap.

Just as I was about to turn and leave, the servant Eileen came running down the stairs in a panic.

"Sir, Madam, something's wrong..."

"What is it?" Father frowned.

Eileen glanced at me nervously, looking panicked: "I just took Miss Taisia to choose a room, but she insists on having Miss Selena's room."

"Is that all?" Mother looked completely dismissive: "If she wants it, let her have it. Can Selena really say no?"

"Sorry, but I don't agree." I refused bluntly.

Mother was stunned for a moment, then shot me an angry look: "What right do you have to disagree? You've been freeloading in our house for twenty years—you should be grateful we're even giving you a room!"

Father also tried to persuade me: "Taisia just came back. As her older sister, be more generous."

"Be more generous?"

I looked at each of them one by one and laughed coldly: "How generous should I be? Give her my room, give her my fiancé, give her this whole family?"

Mother rolled her eyes: "Everything you have now belonged to Taisia in the first place, and you still have complaints?"

Myrdal tugged at my arm, trying to stop me: "Selena, stop being difficult. Listen to your parents."

This scumbag who was hugging and holding Taisia right in front of me was now playing the good guy and trying to persuade me?

I smiled slightly, slowly turned to look at him, and said softly: "Get lost."

With that, I ignored everyone's objections and headed straight upstairs.

When I reached my room door, I saw Taisia sitting on my sofa, arrogantly directing the servants to move my things out.

Taisia looked up, saw me, and said casually: "Selena, your room has good sunlight. You don't mind if I stay here, do you?"

"I do mind. I'm disgusted when cockroaches get into my room."

Taisia's face turned red. She glared at me and said: "It doesn't matter if you mind, because this isn't your room anymore—it's mine. And you can go back to your biological parents and live in their leaky shack in the countryside. Oh, and I'll gladly take your fiancé too."

"A scumbag and a bitch—truly a perfect match." I looked at her coldly.

"You—" Taisia pointed at me, but before she could finish, she glanced behind me, suddenly crouched down, fell to the floor, and cried out: "Selena, if you don't want me to have this room, fine, but why did you hit me?"

I frowned slightly, still processing what happened when I heard Mother's angry voice behind me: "Selena! Have you lost your mind?!"

I turned around to see my parents and Myrdal had followed upstairs. They brushed past me and gathered around Taisia, comforting her with concern.

Myrdal even accused me without asking what happened: "Selena, how did you become so vicious? You can't even tolerate your own sister?"

Sister?

How ridiculous. Since when did I have such a bitch for a sister?

Taisia sobbed uncontrollably: "Dad, Mom, if sister really doesn't like me, I think I should just leave..."

Mother hugged her lovingly: "Don't talk nonsense. If anyone's leaving, it's her!"

Annoyed by her crying, I simply walked up to her and slapped her across the face.

"See that? That's what hitting looks like."