Marry the Heir, Meet Your End
"Oh no, Dad. My stomach hurts—I just had my period. Cynthia, help me get to my room and find the painkillers. Hurry!"
Dad was surprised to see us sharing a close relationship. I ignored him and squeezed Cynthia's arm forcefully. Taking the hint, she hauled me up the stairs and away from the living room.
"Dad, Kathy is about to faint. We'll talk about the marriage proposal later!"
We scrambled into the room and locked the door. Cynthia and I collapsed against the door and sat on the floor. Cold sweat soaked through our clothes as we gasped for air.
After a long while, Cynthia finally turned her head and stared at me. I stared back.