My Parents Want Me To Marry A Broke Man

Housing prices collapsed. My parents ran a real estate business. They and their long-time family friend, the Goodwin family, went into bankruptcy.

My parents had me and my younger sister draw lots to decide who would marry into the Goodwin family to fulfill an old engagement.

In my previous life, I drew the short stick. From that moment, I became a slave to both families.

During the day, I needed to work to pay off the Goodwin family’s debt. At night, I needed to deliver food to cover my parents’ financial losses.

I survived on scraps and slept in the cold. I continued to work even when I coughed up blood.

That day, I went all out and finally secured a multimillion-dollar business deal. My heart burst with excitement. I was eager to tell them the good news.

Across the street, I saw my parents get off a Rolls-Royce with wide grins. They dressed up in luxury brands from head to toe.

Then, I saw my husband, Alfred, gently wrap one of his arms around my glamorous sister’s shoulder.

I wanted to rush over and question them. But a speeding truck slammed into me and sent me flying away.

I lay in a pool of blood while staring at them indignantly.

I heard them chuckle softly. “What a pity… She was so close to enjoying a good life.”

When I opened my eyes again, I returned to the day I drew the lots.

Since they liked to pretend to be broke, I would make it a reality!

“Stella, Nancy, you two need to draw lots.

“Even though the Goodwin family has gone bankrupt, we still need to fulfill the marriage arrangement set in the past.”

George was my father. His voice was so familiar that it almost hurt to hear it.

I lowered my head and stared at my soft, unblemished hands. They did not have calluses from years of hard labor or scars from frostbite.

The date on the calendar hanging on the wall showed a time from two years ago. I had returned to the past. I had returned to the very day when the lot would decide my fate!

“Stella, I’ll draw first.” My younger sister, Nancy, interrupted my thoughts with her sweet and gentle voice.

She flashed me an innocent-looking smile. She reached for the sticks in George’s hand.

That was exactly how it happened in my previous life. She had feigned innocence despite already knowing which one was the long stick.

“Hold on. Let me draw first.” I grabbed her wrist so firmly that her eyes widened in shock.

My mother, Catherine, instantly frowned. “Stella, how can you be so rude? Nancy is your younger sister! Shouldn’t you let her draw first?”

I snorted. I ignored Catherine’s rebuke. Without hesitation, I pulled out a stick from George’s hand.

“It’s a long stick,” I announced calmly. I held the stick up and showed it to everyone.

The living hall fell into a terrifying silence.

Nancy’s face