: The Disabled Good-for-nothing
My father swapped my engagement with his illegitimate daughter's.
So, she came to gloat, arm in arm with the internet nouveau riche. "Sister, so sorry, but you'll have to be the one to marry that disabled wreck!"
Right.
I looked at the stern, unsmiling man who held immense power in the elite circles.
Pray tell, which part of him was supposed to be the wreck?
1
I had just gotten back from a business function.
My stomach throbbing with a dull ache, I lay on the sofa to rest.
As the company's General Manager, it was unavoidable that people would take turns plying me with alcohol.
"If you keep drinking like this, you'll develop stomach problems sooner or later!"
My head swimming, I recalled the family doctor's warning and couldn't help but let out a bitter laugh.
'It's not that I want to, but the company was my mother's life's work.'
Just then, Lynn Hawthorne came downstairs, arm in arm with the internet nouveau riche.
Her pale yellow, form-fitting dress set off her fair skin, making her look cute and playful.
The man beside her was dressed in a matching color scheme—anyone could tell at a glance they were wearing couple's outfits.
She stopped in front of the sofa, a smug smile on her face as she flaunted their relationship.
"Bevin and I are truly in love, and Dad has already approved our marriage."
"Sister, I'm so sorry, but you'll have to be the one to marry that disabled wreck!"
Her words shocked me sober.
