The Price of Obedience
Beloved Farewell
My future mother-in-law, Diane Grant, loved setting rules.
On the day I proposed, she sat there with that smug, superior look and told me if I wanted to marry her daughter, Olivia Grant, I had to pass her so-called "son-in-law training", which was three months working as a food delivery driver.
She said she wanted to test whether I could handle hardship.
For my fiancee's sake, I kept my identity hidden. I was the heir to one of the most powerful families in Crestfall City, and I agreed without hesitation.
For three months, I shed every trace of privilege. I worked from dawn to night, delivering orders across the city.
My parents didn’t understand. My friends disapproved. Mrs. Grant watched me like a hawk, picking me apart every single day.
"Three minutes late? That’s a $3,000 penalty. The wedding shall be delayed by a month!"
"Wrong unit delivery, bad review? $8,000 penalty. You don’t get to see Olivia this week!"
Even then, I never gave up.
Until the final day.
I received an urgent order with a massive tip. The note was in bold: "Lifesaving medication. Immediate delivery."
I sped through the streets, pushing myself to the limit. Just as I was about to enter the residential compound, Mrs. Grant stepped in front of me, blocking my way, her face full of disdain.
Her voice shot up sharply. "The wedding gift goes up to $200,000. Not a cent less."
I looked at her look of absolute certainty and suddenly laughed.
My finger slid across the screen. The recipient of that urgent order was her precious son, Christopher Grant.
I slowly put away the unlimited card in my pocket, along with the check I had prepared for a million-dollar wedding gift.
Originally, I had planned to reveal my identity that day to give her the surprise of a lifetime.
It seemed there was no need.
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