My So-Called Family
"Shut up! It's exactly because you're our daughter that we can decide your marriage!"
Miranda held my arm tightly and tried to persuade me calmly, "He's got a car, a house, and money. You'll have a comfortable life if you marry him."
Carl chimed in, too. "Mr. Smith may be a bit older, but he's an honest man. You'll marry into happiness and do right by you."
Even my second brother, Tony, spoke up. "That's right. Mr. Smith's not a bad man."
Seeing every single family that I was related to by blood determined to sell me out, all I could feel was the chill to the bone as I shook uncontrollably.
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