Marrying A DoorDash Guy, I Ended Up With A Billionaire Heir

To avenge my adopted sister, my brother Tristan deliberately pushed a DoorDash delivery guy onto the stage of the live dating show I was starring in. Under the bright spotlights, that red DoorDash jacket was painfully eye-catching. The audience burst into a chorus of snickers. "Why is a delivery guy up there?" "Oh my god! Is the heiress of Vance Enterprises actually going to marry a DoorDash guy?" I stood frozen on the stage. Tristan walked up quickly, put his arm around my shoulders, and whispered, "Sera, you made Chloe get her stomach pumped from food poisoning last time. She's still hurt. I had to do this to give her some payback and let her blow off some steam." "You're the older sister. Just let her have this." "Don't worry, it's just for show." "Our family would never actually let you marry a delivery guy." The live broadcast was in complete chaos. The host quickly tried to save the situation. Smiling, she asked the delivery guy, "Hi there! Welcome to Heartbeats Live. This is a dating show. Did you perhaps walk into the wrong studio?" Just then, a cold sneer echoed from below the stage. "He knows how to read. Since he's on stage, it means he's willing to take Sera's hand." I whipped my head around and met Xavier Sinclair's cold, indifferent gaze. He was sitting in the VIP section, wearing a bespoke Armani suit, his hands casually folded over his knees. His posture was that of a completely detached spectator. My heart shattered, making it hard to breathe. We had been in a secret relationship for seven years. We had agreed to go public on this very show today. But from the start of the show until now, I hadn't seen him step up. Instead, I only got his cold shoulder. The host, smelling drama, asked, "Mr. Sinclair, rumor has it that you and Sera are childhood sweethearts. Are you sure you don't want to come up?" Xavier let out a cold laugh. "Childhood sweethearts? That's just a misunderstanding." Hearing this, Tristan stood up abruptly. He pointed at Xavier and roared, "Xavier! You grew up with my sister! You swore you'd marry no one but her! Now you're calling it a misunderstanding? What kind of asshole are you?!" A few rich kids in the front row of the audience whispered and laughed. "Isn't it obvious? Xavier moved on a long time ago." "I saw him with my own eyes yesterday, picking out a Cartier diamond ring with the Vances' adopted daughter, Chloe." "I heard he was forced to come today by his family. He never wanted to get on that stage." So that was it. I closed my eyes gently, forcing back the tears that were about to spill. When I opened them again, I took a step forward and said loudly, "What's wrong with delivering food? Are you all too noble to order takeout?" "Since he dared to stand up here, I dare to take his hand!" Tristan grabbed my wrist tightly. "Sera! Have you lost your mind?!" I looked up at him, tears finally slipping down my cheeks. Once upon a time, this brother would carry me home on his back just because I scraped my knee. Now, for Chloe's sake, he had personally pushed me into this public humiliation on live TV. I let out a bitter laugh. "Tristan, isn't this exactly what you wanted?" "The whole city is watching this stream. The eldest daughter of the Vance family is marrying a delivery guy. Your precious Chloe must be thrilled now, right?" Tristan froze, his brows furrowing. "Are you still blaming Chloe? She only..." I couldn't hear the rest of his words. I turned around and walked toward the figure in the DoorDash jacket on the other side of the stage. The crowd parted automatically, their mocking stares piercing me like needles. As I passed Xavier, he stood up and blocked my path. He warned me impatiently, "Sera, stop acting out. I know you're mad at me, but you don't need to ruin your life to get back at me." Seeing that I remained silent, his tone softened. "We grew up together. I've always seen you as a sister. Be good, come back with me. I'll help you find a good man who actually deserves you later." I stopped, turning to give him a mocking smile. "As a sister?" Xavier choked on his words, his eyes darting away, not daring to look at me. I stared straight at his guilty face and said coldly, "Xavier, is it really that hard to admit you fell for Chloe?" "Being honest would at least give you some dignity, rather than hiding behind this 'sister' lie." "I..." His face turned incredibly pale, but he couldn't find the words. I didn't hesitate any longer. I bypassed him and walked straight up to the delivery guy. An impulse of sheer desperation took over me. I tilted my head up and asked loudly, "Are you brave enough to marry me?"At this moment, every camera zoomed in on us. The entire studio fell dead silent. Even the producer forgot to switch the angles. Tristan panicked under the stage and yelled, "Sera! Stop this nonsense! Come back here!" Xavier stood not far away, watching me with cold eyes. Under the endless flashing lights, the delivery guy slowly took off his helmet. An incredibly handsome face was revealed. His features were sharp, his jawline perfectly defined. Most striking of all were his eyes—deep, mesmerizing, and utterly captivating. "Are you sure about this?" His voice was clear and smooth, not sounding at all like someone who spent his days rushing through the streets. I nodded. "I'm sure." He smiled faintly. "Alright. I'll marry you." The moment he said that, Tristan tried to rush onto the stage, but Xavier pulled him back. "If you go up there now, you're just playing into her hands." "What do you mean?" Tristan asked. Xavier sneered. "She's just doing this to spite us. She's been spoiled her whole life. There is no way she'd actually marry a guy who delivers food..." I heard him, but I didn't say a word. Tristan, Xavier, and I had grown up together, completely inseparable. Until five years ago, when I went abroad for college. I threw myself into my studies, and my contact with home slowly dwindled. My parents grew depressed because of my distance, and the Vance house lost its warmth. Then, Chloe appeared. She was the granddaughter of my maternal grandmother's cousin. Her eyes and brow bore a slight resemblance to mine. After her parents died in a car crash, my parents immediately took her in. Chloe was lively, sweet, and knew exactly how to please people. She quickly won the hearts of everyone in the family. Slowly, the Vance house became lively again because of her, while I, far away in another country, seemed to be forgotten by everyone. Until two years ago, when I finished my degree and came back. I thought I would be greeted with the joy of a long-awaited reunion. Instead, I found my family keeping their distance, terrified of making Chloe jealous. I still remember the night I got back. I stood outside the door and heard my mother comforting Chloe. "Chloe, you will always be our daughter. Nothing will ever change that." "Your sister has been abroad for too long. Who knows what she went through to make her so cold and stubborn? She's nothing like you, my sweet girl." At that moment, I felt like I had been plunged into an ice bath, frozen in place. The news that the Vance heiress was marrying a delivery guy spread like wildfire, quickly trending on Instagram and Twitter. When I got back to the villa, the family was gathered in the living room, chatting. After hearing Tristan's recap of the show, my father slammed his hand on the coffee table. "Ridiculous! That brat has completely embarrassed the Vance family!" My mother, organizing her newly bought luxury hauls, glanced at him casually. "Don't yell at Sera when she gets back. Otherwise, she'll make the whole house miserable again." "She's definitely just throwing a tantrum because her brother made a fool of her on the show. That's why she said she'd marry that delivery guy." "She doesn't even know his background. How could she actually marry him? She's not stupid!" Chloe started crying tears of self-pity beside her. "Mom, it's all my fault. If Tristan hadn't stood up for me, Sera wouldn't have done this..." My mother lovingly wiped her tears with a tissue. "Oh, sweetie. Ever since your sister came back, we've made you compromise so much just to keep her happy." "Today was just a little joke. It's no big deal." My father chimed in, "Chloe, this isn't your fault!" "Your sister is just acting out. She won't actually throw her life away." Saying that, my mother picked up a brand-new Chanel bag and handed it to Chloe. "Here, sweetie, see if you like this color. Take it before your sister gets back and tries to steal it from you!" As she spoke, her eyes caught me standing in the foyer. The bag slipped from her hand and fell onto the sofa with a thud. Meeting my gaze, everyone's faces filled with awkwardness. If this were the past, I would have thrown a massive, hysterical tantrum. I would have demanded to know why my mother treated me like a thief, when I had never tried to steal anything from Chloe. I would have screamed at my father and brother, asking why they only had eyes for Chloe. But maybe I was just too exhausted lately. Or maybe, because I had already decided to leave, I no longer expected anything from this family. Under their tense glares, I didn't say a single word. I turned around and walked upstairs.Three days later, I met the delivery guy at a local coffee shop. The aroma of coffee filled the air. I mindlessly stirred my caramel macchiato, watching the light rain outside, feeling a bit lost. It wasn't until a figure sat down opposite me that I snapped out of it. I looked up and met a face that was stunningly handsome. He was wearing a gray tracksuit today. He looked like an entirely different person compared to the man in the DoorDash jacket. With a hint of amusement in his eyes, he asked softly, "Sera, you don't recognize me?" I quickly cleared my throat, forcing myself to look calm. "Of course I do! By the way, what should I call you?" He sat down, his long fingers casually picking up the menu. "Christian Westwood." It was a nice name. I pulled an black credit card from my bag and pushed it toward him. "The PIN is six eights. Go buy whatever you want—sports cars, watches, whatever." "We'll register our marriage at City Hall in a week." Christian glanced at the card but didn't take it. Instead, he looked straight into my eyes. "Are you sure you want to marry a delivery guy who has nothing to his name?" My chest tightened, but his question only made me stubborn. "What? Are you backing out? Scared to marry me?" He let out a low chuckle and pushed the card back to my side. "What does this mean?" I asked, confused. He smiled faintly. "A man shouldn't spend a woman's money. See you at City Hall in a week." I nodded. "Fine." After saying goodbye to Christian, it was already evening. When I got back to the villa, the family was having dinner. Xavier was there too, sitting right next to Chloe. My appearance made the smiles on everyone's faces instantly vanish. The lively laughter of a moment ago plunged into an awkward silence. Tristan was the first to react, waving at me. "Sera, come have dinner with us." I shook my head. "I'm not hungry. Going upstairs." As I turned to leave, my mother suddenly called out, "Sera, there's something we need to discuss with you." I stopped. "What is it?" She walked over to me, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Your father and I have talked about it. We've decided to finalize the engagement between Chloe and Xavier." I looked up at Xavier. He reflexively avoided my eyes. Seeing this, I let out a cold laugh. My mother grabbed my hand. "I know you and Xavier grew up together, but love can't be forced. I'll make it up to you in the future, I promise..." I quietly pulled my hand back, cutting her off. "Save it, Mom. I don't care." "I hope the happy couple has a long and perfect marriage. Locked in together, forever." I didn't expect Xavier to follow me out. Right now, he was gripping my wrist tightly, refusing to let go. I frowned. "Xavier, what do you want?" He lowered his eyes slightly and said softly, "I know you said those things because you're mad at me." "You must be hurting right now, aren't you?" Hurting? Actually, I didn't feel much pain at all. At most, I just found it incredibly ironic. I used to think that at least Xavier wouldn't be taken away by Chloe. Two years ago, when I first came back, Chloe loved to frame me for various things, playing the victim. Back then, no matter how much I explained, no one believed me. Except Xavier. He would hold my hand tightly and say, "Sera, I believe you. I'll always be on your side." And because Chloe kept mimicking my style and the way I spoke, he kept his distance from her. I thought this childhood sweetheart, who had once sworn to marry only me, would always stand firm. But in the end, he chose to join the others in hurting me. "Sera, are you ever going to drop this? If there was really something going on between Chloe and me, do you think you'd still be in the picture?" "No wonder your parents prefer their adopted daughter! Who could stand you when you're always so prickly?" "Every time I say a single word to Chloe, you go crazy and act like a paranoid, hysterical drama queen!" "Fine, let me tell you now. Chloe is sweeter, more understanding, and far more attractive than you. Are you happy now?" Back then, I loved him so deeply that even when he said such hurtful things, my first reaction wasn't anger, but doubting myself. Only later did I realize that Xavier was always saying he disliked Chloe, but he never actually rejected her inappropriate closeness. His hypocrisy was what drove me crazy. He was the one in the wrong, not me. Seeing my silence, Xavier thought he had struck a nerve. He sighed, talking to himself, "Sera, we grew up together and have so many good memories. I don't want us to end up as strangers." "How about this? If you behave yourself and stop targeting Chloe, I can consider... keeping you around. We can be friends with benefits. After all, we have great chemistry, especially in bed." I stared at him in utter disbelief, shocked by his shameless proposal. Seeing my wide eyes, Xavier thought I was too thrilled to speak. He added smugly, "But you have to promise me to stay in your lane from now on, and stop causing trouble for Chloe..." I couldn't listen to another word. I violently shoved his hand away and screamed with every ounce of my strength, "Get the fuck out!"In the blink of an eye, the day arrived for Christian and me to get married at City Hall. Coincidentally, it was also Chloe's birthday. Over the past week, under the Vance family's PR control, the scandal from the live show had been almost entirely swept under the rug. After all, who would actually believe the Vance heiress would marry a delivery guy? Even my parents and brother thought my words on the show were just an empty threat. But they didn't know. My heart had gone completely cold toward this family. I had wanted to leave for a long time. In the morning, I was getting ready to head downstairs for breakfast. As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard Tristan shouting impatiently. "Hurry up! If she gets up and finds out we're taking Chloe to Miami for her birthday, she'll definitely throw a fit and try to tag along." My mother hesitated. "Are we really leaving Sera home alone? Won't she be upset?" "For some reason, I just feel uneasy..." My father packed his bags, urging her, "Don't overthink it. I finally cleared my schedule for this vacation." "We have a butler and maids at home to take care of her. It's not like she'll starve." Chloe acted sweet and said, "Maybe... we should bring Sera with us?" Tristan sneered, "Do you want to actually enjoy your birthday or not?" My mother sighed softly. "Alright. We'll buy her plenty of gifts when we get back to make it up to her." Half an hour later, the house fell completely quiet. I opened my door and looked out at the clear blue sky. It was a beautiful day. I called over the butler who was waiting nearby. "Uncle George, let me tell you some good news. I'm getting married today." But I never expected that Christian would arrange a fleet of Rolls-Royces to pick me up. A line of sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantoms was parked perfectly in front of the villa, drawing stares from all the neighbors. What surprised me even more was that he had rented the largest digital billboard in Times Square, looping our marriage announcement. Sitting in the car, looking at this display that rivaled any billionaire wedding, I felt like something was off. Where did a delivery guy get this kind of money? But remembering his natural poise at the coffee shop, my gut told me his identity was definitely not simple. Meanwhile, the moment the Vance family's private jet landed in Miami, they were hit by a massive, once-in-a-decade tropical storm. Watching the howling wind and pouring rain outside the window, Chloe frowned. Her grand birthday party was completely ruined. Since they couldn't get a flight back immediately due to the storm, they had to wait for three days. So, the family was stuck in their hotel rooms for three whole days. Three days later, the moment they stepped back into the Vance mansion, they sensed something was wrong. The butler and maids were standing in the foyer with their heads bowed, not daring to breathe. My mother was the first to react, frowning at the butler. "Where is Sera?" The servants exchanged nervous glances. Finally, the butler stepped forward, stammering, "The young lady... she got married and moved out... we couldn't stop her..." "What?!" My parents and brother cried out in unison, their faces filled with shock. My father grabbed the butler's arm, demanding, "Who did she marry?" "It was... it was that delivery guy who was pushed onto the stage during the show..." "On the day they went to City Hall, there was a fleet of Rolls-Royces, and they rented out the billboards in Times Square. The media covered the whole thing. Now, the entire high society knows about it..."