On our first date, Bob took me to a fast food place and kept grabbing all the free ketchup and napkins. He encouraged me to do the same.
Afterwards, Grace kept raving about how great and frugal Bob was. "You little bitch, you're lucky someone's interested in you. And Bob's offering 200,000 dollars as a dowry. That'll sort out Logan's dowry.
Remember your place in this family."
If it weren't for my lottery win, Grace would've probably forced me to marry just to scrape up cash for Logan's new house and dowry.
Grace had always been like this, always trying to cash in on me from my childhood to adulthood.
But ever since I started earning my own money, my parents have backed off a bit.
I looked at my parents, who were staring intently at me. I knew that if I hadn't told them that I already registered the winning ticket with my ID at the lottery center, they'd have claimed it as their own.
Actually, I had received the five million dollars, but I only told them it hadn't been deposited yet. Once everything was set up, it would be time for me to leave them.
I couldn't wait for that day.
But, standing up to them now would likely mean I couldn't leave this place today.