Marriage Agreement: It's Just a Wager
On the day my boyfriend, Antonio Vinci, proposes to me, his adoptive sister, Lucia Falcone, remarks on a whim, "How romantic. It makes me want to get married now as well."
On the very same night, Antonio gives me an agreement.
"You should leave. Here's a 50-million-dollar compensation. I'm going to get married soon."
If this were to happen in the past, I'd have kicked up a huge ruckus and threatened to take my own life if Antonio didn't marry me.
But now, I just ask for another 50 million dollars calmly.
When I'm about to sign the agreement, I hear Antonio talking on the phone in another language.
"Thank goodness I gave Daniela a marriage agreement. Otherwise, she'd seriously think I'd break up with her. I knew that Daniela would be perfect as my wife. She's obedient and docile, just like a loyal mutt.
"As for Lucia, I can give her everything but a legitimate position by my side."
My hand pauses momentarily. Then, I scribble Lucia's name on the agreement.
What Antonio doesn't know is that I have an ongoing bet with Lucia.
If I can ensnare Antonio's heart in ten years, she will back out of our relationship.
If I fail to do so, I'll disappear permanently from their lives.