I Watched as My Fiancé Married My Cousin

I didn’t hesitate—I blocked Yeshua’s number immediately.

There was no reason to keep it anymore. He and I had nothing to do with each other now.

After that, I went straight to bed.

Being woken up in the middle of the night was already aggravating enough.

But just as I was starting to drift off, a loud banging shook me awake.

The knocking was relentless and aggressive.

Still groggy, I got up and checked the surveillance monitor.

There he was—Yeshua, standing at my front door with a face like a thunderstorm, his eyes burning with fury.

My brows drew together in a frown.

And then it hit me.

Today, I registered my marriage with Harold.

Before, my fate had been bound to Yeshua. Over the years, he had smoothly taken over all of the Grant family’s business ventures—and a major part of that success came from our engagement.

Even though we never married, my auspicious fate had been silently supporting him all along.

But now that I had married Harold, that engagement was officially void. And with it, so was the protection my fate offered.

What I hadn’t expected was how fast the consequences would hit.

Clearly, Yeshua had run into trouble—and now, he was coming to me for help.

“Julianna! Open the door right now!” His voice boomed from outside, filled with rage.

I stared at the monitor, then let out a cold laugh.

I didn’t even bother to respond. Instead, I turned away and walked back to my bedroom.

Then, I messaged the building management, reporting that a man was harassing me at my door and requesting that they call the police and remove him immediately.

The response was swift. I watched on the monitor as several security personnel arrived.

Yeshua tried to argue with them at first—until he learned I was the one who called them.

His expression turned livid, but in the end, he had no choice but to leave, fuming with anger.

I thought that would be the end of it. I had made myself perfectly clear—surely, he wouldn’t come back again.

But I was wrong.

The next morning, I woke up early and went for a jog.

I had barely stepped out of the gate of my residential complex when I was suddenly ambushed—dragged into a car by Yeshua and several men.

“Yeshua! What are you doing?!”

I stared at him, panic tightening my chest.

“Julianna, didn’t you want to marry me?” He turned to me with a chilling calm. “Well, we’re going to our wedding. Right now.”

His words stunned me.

“What nonsense are you talking about?! Didn’t you say you’d only ever marry Heidi? What’s this supposed to mean now?”

I was growing frantic.

Yeshua looked at me, his voice was colder than ever. “Julianna, the one I’m marrying today—is you.”

With that, he signaled the driver, and the car sped toward the venue.

That’s when I knew something was seriously wrong.

“Yeshua! I won’t marry you!” I shouted, my voice trembling with fury and fear.

I tried to reach for my phone, desperately wanting to call Harold. But just as I turned it on, Yeshua snatched it from my hands, and right in front of me—he tossed it out the window.

“I’ll get you a new one after the ceremony,” he said coldly, leaving no room for negotiation.

My face went pale.

I struggled with all my might, but the bodyguards held me down firmly, not letting me move an inch.