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Then my father discovered our relationship and his face darkened instantly.
“Absolutely not. The guy has nothing to his name. What kind of life could he possibly give you?”
For the first time ever, I challenged my father:
“Chris is a good man with ambition, Dad. He’s brilliant at what he does–he’ll make something of
himself.”
Seeing I wouldn’t back down, my father delivered his ultimatum.
“Fine. Three days. Bring me a million dollars–clean money. No stealing, no robbery, no loans. Then
we’ll talk.”
My eyes filled with tears. “Dad! That’s impossible and you know it!”
“Those are my terms. Otherwise, he can forget about my daughter.”
Chris squeezed my hand, his eyes meeting mine with quiet determination:
“It’s okay, Liv. I’ll figure it out. Just wait for me.”
And just like that, he vanished for three days.
Those seventy–two hours felt like an eternity.
Just as the deadline approached, he reappeared at our door, carrying a duffel bag full of cash, his face ghostly pale:
“One million dollars. Every penny accounted for. So… can I have your blessing now?”
The moment my father nodded his approval, Chris crumpled to the floor.
Only later did I learn the horrifying truth–to earn that million, he had entered the underground black market’s most brutal competition: “The Cage.”
There, he’d been locked in with a Bengal tiger that had been starved for three days.
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That’s how he won the million–dollar prize.
He’d suffered three broken ribs and had a chunk of muscle torn from his left leg, yet he still dragged his nearly useless limb step by excruciating step to my home.
In the hospital bed, his body wrapped in bandages, he still smiled to me:
“See? Told you I could handle it.”
“Now nothing’s standing in our way, right, Liv?”
I held him and sobbed until I could barely breathe.
He raised his bandaged hand to gently wipe away my tears. “Hey, don’t do that. My Liv is worth
everything.”
My father stood in the doorway of the hospital room, discreetly wiping moisture from his eyes.
“Gotta admit… the kid’s got guts.”
From that day forward, Dad treated Chris like his own son, personally teaching him how to manage the company and even arranging our wedding.
I thought it would be the happiest moment of my. life.
I’ve been practicing my smile in the mirror forever, determined to be the most gorgeous bride ever.
However, what I never expected was that-
On our wedding day, he handed over Maxwell Industries‘ core technological secrets and fabricated
criminal evidence to his father.
The champagne tower at our reception hadn’t even been dismantled when my phone started vibrating uncontrollably.
#MaxwellGroupFraud Allegations
#MaxwellPharmalllegalIngredients
#IrrefutableEvidenceOfMaxwellBribery
The trending topics exploded like bombs, one after another. Notification sounds rippled through the
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guests‘ phones.
I watched as my father’s business partners stood up and left their tables, avoiding us like we carried
some deadly plague.
With our core technology stolen and flawlessly forged bribery evidence against us, there was no
way to recover.
Chris hadn’t left me even the slightest chance.
The day creditors stormed our home, my father was pinned to the floor by several thugs who beat him mercilessly.
They yanked his hair and slammed his head against the floor until blood streamed from his forehead into his eyes.
“Pay up!”
Their leader ground his shoe into my father’s face, the sole crushing half his cheek.
Someone even brought a bucket of foul–smelling red paint and poured it over him. After enduring this humiliation repeatedly, my father jumped from the Maxwell building. My mother witnessed it all, lost her mind completely, and wandered barefoot into the streets, never to be found.
With nothing left to take from my family, the creditors turned on me. I was dragged by my hair into a car and thrown into the filthiest nightclub in the red–light district.
The madam yanked my hair to display me to clients. “Highest bidder gets first go tonight.”
They whipped me with belts, forced me to kneel to light their cigarettes, and pressed the burning ends against the back of my hand. If I flinched, they slapped my face.
The more I cried out, the more those animals laughed.
They tortured me in every conceivable way.
Eventually, my mind fractured, and I forgot many things. Including Chris, the man who had destroyed me most completely,
How absurdly ironic! I fell in love a second time with the very man who had personally pushed me
into hell.
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