Love and Freedom, I Choose FreedomChapter 1 The Gold Digger
To marry Saya Rice, I happily presented two million dollars in betrothal gifts and bought gold jewelry at the end of the year.
But then, I heard a shocking piece of news.
Saya was pregnant with someone else's child, but she still pretended to be innocent and planned to choose the best one among us, her backup.
My father, Darius Moore, a billionaire who had just listed his company and was worth tens of billions of dollars, patted me on the shoulder and persuaded me.
"The gold digger must pay the price. Our Moore family won't accept her."
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At the end of November 2022, my mother urged me to get married to Saya, who I had been dating for a year, before the New Year.
Klara Moore hoped to have a grandson soon.
The parents of I and Saya agreed to meet at the Apex Hotel to discuss the betrothal gift.
Unexpectedly, Zoe and her family took the chance to demand an exorbitant price.
My parents had just sat down and even hadn't time to sip coffee when Zoe spoke up first.
"The betrothal gift is one million. Also, you need to buy a house in the city center and a BBA of your choice. In addition, a bank cash transfer of 660 thousand dollars is required."
To be honest, it was extremely high in our city.
Her demand was so high that most people couldn't afford it.
Yet, it wasn't a big deal for my family.
My family was engaged in real estate in Faloan, opening 6 star-rated hotels and several gold shops across the country.
The real estate was managed by my father, the hotels were managed by my sister and her husband, and my mother was in charge of the gold shops.
Saya's family was well off in the past few years. They bought and sold a second-hand house and made money from it.
But in fact, they were opportunistic and didn't understand financial leverage.
Due to the impact of the epidemic in recent years, most businesses took a nose dive.
Even so, Zoe, my future mother-in-law appeared radiantly.
She had fashionable short curly hair and wore a tweed coat.
Two gold earrings were hanging on her earlobes.
A big gold chain was around her neck.
Staring at the jade bracelets on her hands, Beth, my sister, sent me a message jokingly: [The bracelets are fake.]
I and Saya knew each other while studying abroad. In my opinion, she was a gentle and beautiful girl.
Because I had been studying abroad, few people in Faloan knew my identity.