Bullshit Son Reborn as an Octomillionaire Tycoon

CHAPTER 1

Harry Solomon stood alone at the altar, his hands trembling slightly as he adjusted his tie for the third time.

The ornate wedding venue buzzed with uncomfortable whispers from the guests, their eyes darting between empty seats and the groom who had been waiting for over an hour.

"Where is she?" an elderly woman muttered from the front row.

"This is embarrassing," another guest whispered. "How long are we supposed to wait?"

The priest cleared his throat awkwardly. "Perhaps we should—"

Harry's phone buzzed. Mona. Relief flooded through him as he quickly answered.

"Mona, thank God! Where are you? Everyone's waiting—"

"Harry Solomon, where the hell are you?" Mona's voice cut through the phone like ice. "Frank is in the hospital and you're nowhere to be found!"

Harry's breath caught. "Frank? But Mona...do you now what the day is today?"

"I don't care what day it is! Your brother is sick and needs you, and you're off doing God knows what!"

"I'm at the church! It’s our wedding day, Mona!" Harry's voice cracked with desperation. "You were supposed to be here an hour ago!"

A long pause. Then Mona's voice returned, colder than before. "Oh. Right. The wedding."

"You... you forgot?"

"Enough! Is this really the time for you to be thinking about that wedding? Can you stop being so petty? It’s just a wedding—delaying it doesn’t matter, but Frank’s condition can’t wait!”

"Mona, please—"

Mona said indifferently, “You’re being so immature! At a time like this, you’re still competing with your brother for attention! You have one hour to get to the hospital, or forget about the wedding!"

The line went dead. Harry stared at his phone, his mind completely blank. 

She chose him. Again. The realization hit him like a sledgehammer to the chest.

 Even on their wedding day—the one day that was supposed to be about them, about their future together—Frank came first.

I'm nothing to her. I've always been nothing.

The pain in his chest felt physical, like his heart was being crushed.

How many times can one person be abandoned? First his family when he went missing, then when he returned, and now his own bride on their wedding day.

 The guests' murmurs grew louder, more pointed, but all Harry could hear was the echo of Mona's voice choosing Frank over him.

"I'm sorry," he announced mechanically to the crowd. "The wedding is... postponed."

He walked out of his own wedding venue like a lifeless shell, ignoring the pitying stares and hushed conversations that followed him.

Twenty minutes later, Harry stepped out of a cab at St. Mary's Hospital.

 As he approached Frank's room, he heard laughter and cheerful voices spilling into the hallway.

 His entire family was there—he could hear his mother's distinctive laugh, his sisters giggling, even his father's rare chuckle.

At least Frank's feeling better, Harry thought bitterly.

He pushed open the door. The laughter died instantly.

They're all here. Every single one of them dropped everything for Frank, but none of them came to my wedding.

The betrayal cut deeper than any physical wound. Harry felt hollow, like someone had scraped out everything inside him and left only an aching void.

Melissa Solomon's face twisted with disgust the moment she saw him.

 "Why are you so late? We've been here for hours!"

"I was at the church," Harry said quietly. "At my wedding."

Frank, propped up in bed looking perfectly healthy, smirked.

 "Oh right, that thing. Sorry, Harry. I guess I ruined your big day."

"You didn't ruin anything," Terry Solomon said sharply, not even looking at Harry. "Family comes first. Frank had severe chest pains."

"I'm fine now though," Frank grinned, clearly enjoying the attention. 

"Just needed everyone here to feel better."

Mona finally appeared from behind Terry, her wedding dress replaced with a casual outfit. She wouldn't meet Harry's eyes.

Harry stood in the doorway, still in his wedding suit, watching his family celebrate around the brother who had stolen everything from him—including his bride.

This was supposed to be the happiest day of my life. Instead, he felt like he was dying inside, piece by piece.

I'm twenty-four years old and I've never mattered to anyone. Not once.

 The wedding suit that had felt so hopeful that morning now felt like a costume for a play where he was the only one who didn't know he was the joke.

"You look ridiculous in that tux," one of Harry's sisters snickered.

 "Did you really think she'd show up?"

"Sarah, enough," Melissa snapped, then turned back to Harry with venom.

 "Next time, don't make us wait. Frank's health is more important than your little fantasies."