3 million dollars – that’s the price Jim Marshall offered me to take the place of my sister, who passed away a long time ago, and stay by his side for a year.
“Evelyn, you killed Emma. You should spend your life drowning in guilt, never to be loved,” he said, tossing a thick stack of money at me. His cold eyes narrowed as he looked down on me, his expression filled with contempt.
In the bar, he used a wooden cane to lift my chin, disregarding the last shreds of my dignity, treating me like some pet he was buying at a market.
Everyone around watched with amusement, eager to see my reaction.
They were all former classmates from college. To them, I was always the girl who prided herself on being untouchable, refusing any charity, even when I was dirt poor.
3 million dollars – let’s be honest, that’s more than I’m worth.
So, what would I choose?
Without much hesitation, I grabbed the cane, forcing a smile onto my face.
“All right, Mr. Marshall,” I replied. “From now on, I’m in your care.”
