I Picked My Future Husband... From Blind Boxes
My boyfriend, Karl Boone, was one of the adopted sons my father took in.
Before he left, he vowed solemnly, "If I lose this battle, I'm not worthy of marrying you. And if I win, I'll rent out Disneyland and throw a grand wedding for you."
I tore up all the marriage contracts from the local noble heirs and waited for him for two full years.
But when he returned, he knelt before my father, with a pregnant woman hiding behind him.
"I'll sacrifice everything I gained overseas to marry Karen," he said, shielding the woman. "She's innocent and fragile, having suffered through hardships in the slums. She's not like Tabitha, who has had everything from birth."
My father's gaze swept over me, and the entire room fell silent.
Everyone knew that when I lost my temper, I could tear down the house and make them pay dearly.
But instead, I greeted the woman with a sweet smile. "Hi there."
That night, I closed my eyes and picked one of the blind boxes containing names of potential suitors. As luck would have it, I picked Karl's arch-enemy.
On our wedding day, Karl barged in wearing a bomb strapped to his body. "Tabitha, if you dare marry him, we'll die together!"