She Made Her Fortune By Selling Things On The StreetChapter 1 Sell on the Street
On Christmas, I called for two handsome guys to play cards with me at a club on a whim. But things took a turn when the police showed up and arrested us. They told me to call someone to come pick me up.
I was stumped. I'm an orphan. My father had saved Sebastian Hemsworth's father's life ten years ago, and on his deathbed, he entrusted me to him. That was how I ended up married to Sebastian.
Our relationship was purely transactional. Sebastian gave me a monthly allowance, and I stayed out of trouble. But, desperate to leave the police station, I mustered the courage to call him.
"Hello." His voice was deep, hoarse, and tinged with weariness.
I took a deep breath and whispered, "I got into trouble. Can you come pick me up?"
"Address." His tone was indifferent, almost dismissive.
I pressed my lips. "Maple Grove Street Police Station."
"Hm?" Sebastian hesitated briefly before asking, "Do you need a lawyer?"
"No." I didn't dare to admit over the phone that I was detained on suspicion of soliciting.
Half an hour later, Sebastian arrived. As the police explained the situation, his expression remained calm, but I could feel the coldness radiating from him.
After the officers had lectured me for half an hour, Sebastian dragged me to the car. Once we were alone, his gaze bore into me like a wolf on the prowl. He said nothing, just staring.
His silence weighed on me, so I finally blurted out, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to."
"Didn't mean to? So, you just wandered in by accident?" Sebastian's words were laced with sarcasm, his smile more menacing than friendly.
I knew there was no point in making excuses, as no one would believe I hired those gigolos just for a card game. So, I decided to throw in the towel.
"Do you want a divorce then?" I looked up at him, my eyes wide and pleading. After all, I've been getting 500,000 dollars a month as an allowance. In the three years we've married, I've saved over five million. I could even set up a street stall and do a few designs to make money. It would easily support me until I finish my graduate studies. After that, I could open my own small shop.
Sebastian's eyes narrowed, the coldness in them cutting like a knife. "What do you mean by that?"