Mom and Dad's expressions shifted instantly. They sized up the woman again, skepticism warring with greed, before finally nodding.
"If it's really like you say, then let the marriage happen."
"But if it's fake, you run. We'll make your brother take the fall..."
My brother seemed terrified I would try to steal her back.
He insisted on holding a banquet that very night and demanded I help with the preparations.
The entire village knew he had taken a fancy to Jasmine McLaughlin—a girl so intellectually disabled she couldn't care for herself. Not only had he dragged her into the cornfield, but now he wanted to marry her.
A crowd gathered outside, mocking him. They said he was thinking with his dick, willing to take a fool just to get laid.
My brother's eyes went red with rage. He pointed a shaking finger at them.
"When my wife claims her inheritance, you'll all come crawling back like dogs!"
"You'll kneel on the ground and beg me, and I won't give you a single cent!"
The villagers laughed harder.
"A fool with no parents who can't even wipe her own ass? You're banking on her?"
He stomped his feet and ran back into the house.