On the day my fiancé came to pick me up, my parents, who had always been indifferent to me, chose to stay away from me and knelt at my feet.

My mother begged me with tears in her eyes: "My daughter! Mommy and Daddy are begging you! You must not leave with Ethan Grant! He will kill you!"

The father also said sincerely: "Just listen to your mother, she is back from living a reliving life, and your fiancé is a domestic violence man!"

"In your previous life, he beat you to death and dumped your body in a garbage dump!"

"My daughter! In the past, it was because of your brother that we owed you too much. Mom and Dad know we were wrong. You must not make mistakes again!"

But I kicked my parents away coldly and said: That's good, I don't want to live anymore.

As I said this, I opened the bedroom door and prepared to greet my fiancé.

After all, I am also living a reliving life, I will never be fooled easily!

My parents held me from behind, one on each side.

Seeing that I was about to shout for help, my mother quickly covered my mouth with her hands.

Just like that, I was forcibly dragged back to the bedroom.

The fiancé's wedding team outside the door thought this was part of the process of picking up the bride.

The knocking on the door became louder, mixed with laughter.

I was restrained so tightly that I could hardly breathe.

But the mother stood at the door of the bedroom and made unreasonable and excessive demands to the outside: increase the dowry!

"If you don't raise Dowry's price to one million today, you can't even think of coming in and taking my daughter away!"

The noise outside the door quieted down for a moment.

A moment later, my fiancé's voice came through the door.

"Sophia, what happened? Didn't we agree on Dowry's price of 666,000? Why did the price go up out of nowhere?"

"How about you help me talk to my uncle and aunt?"

"Is there some misunderstanding here?"

I wanted to shout for help, but my body was tied up like a silkworm cocoon with hemp ropes and thrown on the bed, and my face was forcibly wrapped with several layers of tape.

But the mother did not give in at all.

"If you don't raise the price, there's no point in talking! Are you trying to sell your wife at a low price?"

There was no sound outside the door for a long time, just when I thought my fiancé had left with the wedding party.

There were several loud bangs on the door.

The parents looked at each other, neither of them had expected things to develop to this point.

But they soon calmed down.

Because we live in a mid- to high-end residential area, there is an anti-violence system installed on the door, and soon someone from the Property Management came over.

"Who are you? If you don't tell us clearly, we have the right to call the police and have you arrested in order to protect the safety of the owners!"

Judging from the sounds, there are also quite a few people from the Property Management side.

I don't need to look to know how crowded the corridor is at this moment.

"This is a family matter! It has nothing to do with you!"

I couldn't tell who was talking, but it must be a relative that Ethan has a very close relationship with.

The property management side also refused to give in: "As property management staff, we have no right to interfere in your family affairs, but if you affect other residents, it has something to do with us!"

I was extremely anxious. No matter what, I would never let the tragedy of my previous life happen again.

But even as he was thinking this, his limbs were tied very tightly.

The two groups outside the door were still in a stalemate.

The Police Officer who arrived rang my doorbell.

"Hello, the neighbor next door called the police and said that the neighbor next door is too noisy. I hope that if you have any problems, you can solve them face to face and not affect others."

The expressions on my parents' faces gradually became unsettled. They looked at me as if they wanted to cut off some pieces of my flesh.

"Please cooperate with the police investigation or stop this annoying behavior that disturbs the public."

I know I don't have much time left.

As soon as those three groups of people outside the door left, my parents would immediately sell me to Mr. Blackwood as a mistress.

He suffered torture and humiliation, and finally died in extreme pain.

Thinking back to my past life, it was a cold basement with no sunlight and only torture instruments that made my life worse than death.

I still remember the sound of the whip tearing my skin and the feeling of being soaked in salt water.

Near death from suffocation.

Cooperating with his animal desires without any enjoyment.

The more miserable I was, the more excited he became.

Finally, he died in pain when he aborted me for the sixth time.

Painful memories came flooding back.

Fortunately, he was interrupted by a Police Officer who was questioning outside the door.

"Hello, could you please accept my inquiry? A neighbor has complained that you are disturbing the neighbors. Is there any problem that cannot be solved in person?"

I noticed that neither of my parents were in the bedroom and I was tied up tighter.

If I move a little, I feel a pulling pain.

But I know that if I don’t save myself now, I will never have another chance.

Enduring the pain, I crawled to the door.

But his body was still tied up, and sitting up was impossible.

I wanted to call for help, but my mouth was blocked tightly.

I wanted to make some noise to attract the attention of the people outside, but then I noticed that there was nothing around me.

I tried to move my body to hit the door, but my body felt like it was filled with lead. Even with all my strength, I could only move forward a few centimeters.

What's more, the door was tightly closed, so even if I banged my body against it, no sound could be heard.

It felt like the conversation outside was coming to an end.

Finally someone asked.

"Where's the bride? Didn't you say you were here to pick her up? Why can't I see the bride?"

My heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

Even her fiancé Ethan asked about it.

"Where's Sophia Evans? Ask her to come out and explain to me! She accepted Dowry but she won't see him anymore, what does that mean?"

When faced with questions, the parents remained calm.

"Dowry's money will not be refunded for the time being."

Fortunately, the Police Officer was still present.

All I heard was the people in the wedding party cursing at my parents.

As for the Property Management, we have gone back for the time being. The Police Officer will consult with the Property Management later.

Fortunately, the verbal abuse was quickly suppressed.

Finally, under the mandatory request of the Police Officer, the parents had no choice but to open the bedroom door.

What came into view was me tied up.

His hair was stuck to his face, and tears and snot were everywhere.

The Police Officer quickly untied me.

"Save me! They're selling me to the old man! That guy is a disrespectful pervert!"

"That person, that is."

Before I could say anything, my mother slapped me in the face.

"Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think your father and I deserve to spend all our money to treat your illness?"

The mother said this with deep sorrow.

"Are you still human?"

As he spoke, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, my father plays the role of a good and responsible father.

"Forget it, calm down first. I know you feel uncomfortable when your daughter is like this, and so do I!"

"I'm just sorry for this kid Ethan!"

"We spent all our money on dowry but couldn't cure our daughter's illness! We are so ashamed!"

I widened my eyes and explained to my fiancé eagerly.

"Don't believe me! I'm a normal person! My parents are lying to you!"

"Don't leave! You must save me!"

I looked at the Police Officer again and said, "You can take me for a checkup. I am willing to cooperate and prove that I am a normal person!"

"Please don't leave!"

As I was talking, my brother Ethan came up to me with a stack of medical records.

"Sister! Can you please stop doing this! Our parents are getting older!"

As she said this, she handed the medical records in her hand to her fiancé.

What else do I want to explain?

My fiancé actually joined forces with his parents.

"Comrade police, I'm really sorry to bother you. My fiancée does have some problems with her brain."

Just like that, everyone who could prove something for me was accusing me of being abnormal.

Even the Police Officer thought that it was my problem and chose to withdraw.

When it’s just me and my family at home.

My parents then pretended to have some fake expressions on their faces, and the look they gave me was as if I had made a huge mistake.

Especially my younger brother who has the same father and mother as me.

He angrily kicked me in the stomach with such force that I fell to the ground.

The whole body curled up like a shrimp.

The salty smell of blood rushed out of my throat, choking me and making me cough.

The parents watched coldly.

My brother Ethan grabbed my hair violently and dragged me from the bedroom to the living room.

I still feel unsatisfied.

He grabbed the vase on the coffee table and smashed it on my head.

In an instant, I felt the world in front of me was dyed red with blood.

But what followed was a rain of slaps.

I want to break free and hide.

But it was in vain.

The sobbing sound from his mouth was blocked by blood.

I heard Ethan in a trance, still accusing me of being selfish.

"Mom and Dad couldn't just talk it over with you! They had to make me come back to talk to you in person!"

"Isn't it just asking you to break up with that Ethan and marry another man? What's there to refute?"

"If I didn't continue the family line, would this family still rely on you as a financial burden?"

"Chloe is pregnant with my child!"

"If she can't collect two million dowry dollars, she will abort the baby!"

He hit me so hard that I was dizzy and about to lose consciousness.

"Son, that's enough. If you really beat him to death, it will really become a financial burden!"

The person who said this was my biological mother.

My own brother was planning to sell me for money, and I was beaten half to death when I refused to cooperate, but this was the kind of advice I received.

But my biological father brought a basin of ice water and poured it on my head.

The biting coldness sobered me up a little.

I could barely hold up my upper body and look at my family who treated me like an object.

“Why?”

"I am your daughter too!"

"Why do you do this to me! Why!"

As he spoke, a large amount of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

However, my embarrassment did not arouse any sympathy from my parents.

My father held the washbasin in his hand and spat at me with disgust.

"We raised you from childhood, and now you are unwilling to give some dowry money to your own brother. Aren't you a part of this family?"

Even her mother tried to persuade her: "That's right! We're not asking you to work in a factory to earn money or do manual labor. You're just marrying someone!"

"Look at which girl doesn't want to get married? You have no right to blame us!"

At this time, his younger brother Ethan also interjected: "Other girls may not marry as well as you!"

"In my opinion, for a second-hand woman like you who has been slept with by other men to marry a rich man is a blessing you have earned in eight lifetimes!"