My Parents Want Me To Marry A Broke Man

They locked me in a storeroom on the second floor.

Through the small window, I saw George’s car leave the main entrance. He headed to the Goodwin’s family mansion.

I curled up in the corner. Images of Alfred holding Nancy in his arms from my previous life flashed across my mind.

When did they start hooking up with each other?

Was it while I was working myself to the bone day and night, or was it even earlier?

Someone suddenly opened the storeroom door. Catherine came in with a plate of pasta. Her face was plastered with an expression of fake concern. “Stella, eat something.”

I did not take the food from her. Instead, I asked, “Did Dad go to the Goodwin’s family mansion?”

Catherine’s expression froze for a moment. “He has a business deal with them.”

“A business deal on how to sell me for the best price, I think?” I snorted.

Catherine flared up. “How could you say that about your father?!

“Even though the Goodwin family is in trouble, Alfred is handsome and smart. If not for the fact that they have gone bankrupt, you would have never had your turn to marry him!”

I looked up at the woman who had given birth to me and raised me. Her expression was filled with disgusting schemes.

I wondered why I had not noticed this in my previous life.

“You need to marry Alfred, whether you want it or not!” Catherine’s face instantly darkened as she stood up. “The Goodwin family has already agreed to hold the wedding ceremony next month.”

It was the seventh day since I was locked up inside the storeroom. My lips cracked and bled. My stomach burned like it was on fire.

They left half a plate of spoiled pasta at the door every day. Not even dogs would eat it. Even so, they expected me to give in to them like some pathetic, obedient creature.

“Hahaha!”

I heard Nancy’s laughter downstairs. I also heard the loud chatter from the talk show on the television.

The three of them were enjoying steak together. I could not even get a sip of clean water.

I dug my nails into my palms and stared at the sliver of light seeping through the crack under the door.

This was exactly how they had pushed me to my death in my previous life.

I worked to the bone and starved like an animal. I even ended up crushed under a truck until there was nothing left of me.

“No way!” I licked my cracked lips. I muttered to myself, “God didn’t send me back to my past to let me die miserably all over again!”

I staggered to my feet and threw myself at the door with the last bit of strength I had.

“Fine! I’ll marry him! Is that what you want?”

The door was yanked open. I fell straight on top of George’s polished leather shoes. I inevitably met the unabashed pride in his gaze.

Catherine stood behind him with a bowl of bird’s nest soup meant for Nancy.

“Wouldn’t it have been easier if you’d behaved from the start?”

My father bent down and patted my head the way one would pet a dog. “That’s my good girl.”

Even Catherine, for once, gave me that bowl of bird’s nest soup.

“Thanks, Mom,” I said hoarsely. My hands trembled so badly I could barely hold the bowl.

Meanwhile, Nancy lounged against the railing and watched the drama.

To my surprise, she did not attempt to snatch the bird’s nest soup from me. Instead, she looked downright delighted.

“So you finally came around.” She tilted her head with feigned innocence. “The Goodwin family may be dead broke, but Alfred is dashing.”

I gulped the bird’s nest soup. It was sickeningly sweet.

Still, I needed to finish it. I needed the strength to take my revenge.

I handed the empty bowl back to Catherine while flashing a perfectly obedient smile. “I’m full. I’d like to take a shower.”

When the hot water hit my skin, I realized just how much weight I had lost. My ribs jut out sharply, and my wrists were so thin they looked like they might snap with a touch.

When I looked into the mirror, my gaze looked terrifyingly cold. I looked nothing like a bride-to-be.

But I did not care.

After drying off, I quietly reached into the back of my closet and took out an old laptop.

I had bought it with my scholarship money and hid it so that Nancy would not “borrow” it.

The moment the screen lit up, my fingers flew across the keys as I typed in a familiar URL to Faber’s Corporation recruitment page.

In my previous life, this was where it all began. I started as a low-level employee and worked my way up to management. I eventually secured the multimillion-dollar business deal that changed everything.

I typed rapidly and poured every bit of experience from my previous life into my resume.

When I finally hit “send”, my heart pounded so hard it hurt.

I needed to move on faster in my career than I had in my previous life.

In the following month, I behaved exceptionally obediently.

George told me to try on the wedding dresses. I obeyed. Catherine wanted me to learn etiquette. I learned them. Even when Nancy purposely spilled her coffee on my dress, I simply smiled and said, “It’s okay.”

They thought I had accepted my fate.

They had no idea that every night, I hid under my blanket and refreshed my mailbox until my eyelids could barely stay open.

The day before the wedding, the email inviting me to an interview finally arrived.

I bit my bottom lip to keep myself from screaming. But tears inevitably splattered onto the screen.

The next day was my wedding day.

Truly, even God was on my side.