A GIRL NAMED NOVA.
“You need money. A lot of it, I assume.”
“Yes,” I said warily.
“And I have a business partner,” he continued slowly, “who’s been looking for a young, respectable wife. Someone obedient. Someone who can… represent my family well.”
My stomach dropped. “What are you saying?”
He looked me straight in the eye. “Marry him, Nova. Do that, and I’ll pay for every hospital bill your grandmother has.”
For a moment, the words didn’t register. I just stared at him, numb.