Silence fell over the group like a heavy curtain, but I couldn’t help chuckling. To me, this sounded like a golden opportunity wrapped in a velvet bow.
I had already decided long ago that marriage wasn’t in my plans. Why bother tying myself down? Life was better lived on my own terms. But if marrying a man in a vegetative state meant financial freedom? That didn’t sound too bad at all.
I, Stella Greer, had one great love: money.
Without hesitation, I sent her a message in the group chat: “Why would I mind? Your son is clearly my destined Sleeping Prince!”
The group exploded in laughter and applause. Messages poured in, calling me bold, funny, and even shameless. I didn’t care. To me, it was all worth it.
Moments later, the auntie messaged me privately:
“Are you being serious? Do you actually want to marry my son? Or are you just joking?”
“Of course, I’m serious!”
“Why?”
“Because of money,” I replied bluntly. There was no point in sugarcoating it—I was in it for the fortune.