He Framed Me, So I Married Someone Else

My most intimate photos had been posted on the local forum for a full forty-eight hours and my fiancé, Lester, was the only one who never joined in the attacks.

He shielded me from the cameras and covered my ears while holding me tightly in his arms.

But when I went to the private room to deliver some hangover medicine, I stopped outside the door and heard his sister Bella's playful giggle.

"You lost, Lester. That limited-edition Porsche is mine now. I told you, if it came from your hand, she'd drink it even with the arousal drug in it."

The boy who'd looked out for me since we were kids let out a mocking laugh.

"I picked the angles on those photos and posted them myself. Is that enough to ruin her reputation?"