The sound of it landing on their small bodies pierced into my chest like nails.
I was beyond furious.
"Dad, Mom—do you really not regret what you’ve done today? Are you sure you want to marry me off to this old man for a bit of cash?"
They looked impatient, urging the man to take me away.
Just then, the roar of fifty luxury cars filled the air, engines shaking the ground and kicking up clouds of dust as they pulled into our small town.
One by one, the cars stopped at our door. A row of bodyguards got out, forming two neat lines.
One of them stepped forward, kicking the man away from me, and handed me a large case.
I took it, turned, and faced my trembling parents.
Right in front of them, I flipped the case open—inside was ten million dollars.
