Part 1Catfishing the CEO: My Accidental Romance with the Wrong Sister

When my brother started dating a wealthy heiress, her older sister ruthlessly tore them apart.

The eldest sister, with her nose in the air, called my brother a scheming gold digger.

Furious, I created a fake account, determined to give her a taste of what it's like to want someone you can't have.

We dated online for six months. This supposed "iron lady" was calling me "baby" left and right and begging to meet.

With a cold smirk, I blocked her and vanished.

I thought our paths would never cross again.

But after a series of twists and turns, my brother actually ended up marrying the heiress.

At the wedding banquet, hearing that familiar, commanding voice, I didn't even dare lift my head.

Then, I watched my brother and sister-in-law walk over and call that woman... "Auntie."

Auntie?!

I was so shocked I dropped my chopsticks.

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While I bent down to pick up my chopsticks, the tablecloth hid my panicked expression.

How could it be the aunt?

That voice clearly belonged to the woman I had been online dating for six months—Maya's older sister, Sarah!

Six months ago, my brother and Maya were dating and met the family, but Sarah ruthlessly broke them up.

That crazy sister-complex insisted my brother wasn't good enough for Maya, calling him a scheming gold digger who was only after the family's money.

My brother came home devastated and broke up with Maya.

When I found out, I was furious. I couldn't just let this go.

Sarah, you crazy sister-complex. How dare you insult my brother and make him so miserable! Just wait and see how I deal with you.

I created a fake account posing as a seller of handcrafted goods, added Sarah's contact info, and showered her with daily attention and care until she was completely hooked.

Sarah seemed like an arrogant, strong-willed businesswoman. At first, she was incredibly hard to approach, but eventually, she fell right into the web I wove, calling me "baby" constantly.

Until recently, when she suggested we meet in person.

I played the insecurity card, saying I wasn't good enough for her and didn't deserve her.

Sarah replied that she didn't care about any of that; she just liked me.

What a hypocrite, Sarah! When it comes to yourself, "just liking" someone is enough, but when it's Maya, you demand a perfect match in social status!

If that isn't a double standard, what is?

She was specifically targeting my brother.

Infuriated, I mocked her relentlessly, then blocked her and ran.

I thought after messing with Sarah and making her suffer, the whole thing would be over.

Who knew that after all the drama, Maya and my brother would still end up getting married.

I was here at the wedding banquet, sitting at the head table for the groom's family.

Right next to the table for the bride's family.

From the moment I sat down, I didn't dare lift my head, let alone sneak a glance.

I even faked a sore throat from a cold and played mute the whole time.

I had sent "Sarah" photos, but they were heavily edited—my face was slimmer, my eyes deeper, my nose bridge higher.

As long as I didn't speak, comparing me to that photoshopped picture my own brother wouldn't recognize, she definitely wouldn't figure it out.

Trembling with anxiety, I made it to the second half of the reception when the bride and groom came around to toast each table.

"Wishing you a hundred years of happiness."

Hearing that familiar, commanding voice, I practically buried my head in my bowl.

But my brother and Maya both called her "Auntie"!

No, no, no, something must have gone wrong.

Maybe I heard it wrong?

After she sat down, I sneaked a glance over and only saw her back.

She was wearing a custom sapphire-blue tailored suit skirt. Her attire was incredibly luxurious, her posture straight, but a thick aura of low pressure surrounded her.

After the newlyweds toasted and left, an older relative at the table teased her.

"Your little niece is already married. When do you, as her aunt, plan to tie the knot?"

"Don't bring it up, Second Sister."

A young woman beside her, seemingly a friend, said sympathetically, "Elena had finally opened her heart, but the guy turned out to be a scammer selling crafts. He blocked her and ran. She's still furious about it..."

"Third Lin."

The owner of that voice sounded displeased, seemingly warning her friend to stop.

What Elena?!

I whipped my head around, cold sweat pouring down my back.

This person really wasn't Sarah.

That night was the family dinner with the bride's family. My brother prepped me by showing me photos of everyone.

My internal despair finally reached its peak.

I'm screwed. I seduced the wrong person!