I Chose Someone Else During The Marriage Auction

There was an unspoken rule in high society. When families arranged marriages, the woman chose her partner through an auction.

I had chased Zayn Farrell since I was young. At the auction, I did not hesitate. I bid at the highest tier and chose him.

Not long after our engagement, my parents died in a car accident, and my family fell from power.

I thought Zayn would take the chance and leave me, but he still married me. He doted on me and turned me into the woman everyone in Ravenwood envied.

I believed I had moved his heart, until his first love, Yara Xavier, returned.

The first time I met Yara, she brought her luggage into the Farrell family villa. Soon after, someone threw all her belongings out.

The servants later said I had ordered it. I tried to explain, but Zayn did not believe me. He locked me outside and made me kneel in the rain for the whole night.

The second time, Yara tripped and fell down a steep slope. She said I had pushed her.

Zayn lost his temper and punished me. He made me climb a rough mountain path in high heels. He did not stop until he saw that I was covered in blood. My legs were bruised and swollen.

The third time, I found out the truth by accident. My parents died because Yara found out about my engagement to Zayn and had orchestrated it. Zayn married me to keep me close so he could watch me and make sure Yara would never go to prison.

My world collapsed. On the day I finally got the evidence and went to the police, Zayn drove his car into me and killed me.

When I opened my eyes, I was back at the auction. It was the day I chose my fiance.

When the second marriage candidate was about to be auctioned off, I called for my exclusive unlimited bid.

The auctioneer noticed it and brought the gavel down. At the same time, my parents turned to look at me.

My mother looked confused and a little worried. “What’s going on, sweetheart? Isn’t the Farrell boy you like supposed to be the final lot? Why did you use the unlimited bid now? Did you hear some nonsense about him again?

“Don’t think too much. Your father and I will always stand behind you. What matters most is that you’re happy.”

My nose stung. I held back my tears and shook my head.

“Mom, I don’t like him anymore. It doesn’t matter who I marry.”

It was okay as long as it was not him.

My parents always respected my choices. They did not press me further.

They stayed behind to handle the follow-up at the auction, while I left the private auction room.

The moment I reached a quiet place with no one around, tears of relief burst out of my eyes.

I had cut off the beginning of everything that destroyed my past life.