"You have to marry me whether you want to or not!"

"This is not up to you!"

At this time, my father also made the final decision: "Your brother has found a good in-law for you! Don't be ignorant of good and bad!"

"Tomorrow, at dawn, the wedding procession will arrive! You have no right to agree to this!"

Before I could say anything, I was forced back into the bedroom.

When the last ray of light was blocked by the bedroom door, the energy I had been holding on to seemed to be deflated.

I don’t know how long it took for my unconscious body to gradually regain some strength.

He forced himself to stand up, used up all his strength to move to the door, and tried desperately to move the door handle.

Although I had expected that the door would be locked.

I still hope to take a chance.

What if you can escape?

But things have developed to this point, there is no possibility of a single event.

My family’s cruelty and determination made me completely lose connection with the outside world and it was impossible for me to ask for help.

In my brother's eyes, I am his asset for marrying a wife.

In my parents' eyes, I am a tool for making money.

All the sacrifices made are justified.

They don't even have the right to choose their own lives.

His strength gradually ran out, and even though he was holding on to the door, his body still slid uncontrollably to the ground.

Just then, I noticed the half-open window.

It's like a drowning person seeing a piece of driftwood.

The hope of life supported me to stand up again and move towards the window.

I finally managed to grab the edge of the windowsill with both hands.

Then I realized, this is the sixth floor, how could I possibly escape?

If I jump down like this, I will be disabled even if I don't die.

So if I'm really disabled, do I need to marry that perverted old man?

Just as I was hesitating, the bedroom door was pushed open by my mother from the outside.

"Daughter! What are you doing?!"

"Hurry up, mom, come here!"

The worry in her eyes didn't seem fake, but I knew it.

My mother didn't care about me, she was just afraid that if something happened to me, she wouldn't be able to give dowry money to her beloved son, my younger brother.

"Don't come over here!"

In desperation, I leaned half of my body out of the window.

My mother was so confused by me that she didn't dare to do anything. She could only stand there and worry anxiously.

Tears welled up in my eyes.

My father and younger brother also rushed over after hearing the noise.

Seeing that half of my body was hanging outside the window, my mental state was close to insanity.

It's rare that my younger brother Ethan talks to me nicely.

"Sister! Please don't be stupid! It was because of my ignorance as a younger brother that you suffered in the past!"

"I won't force you to marry someone you don't like!"

"Don't be impulsive, okay?"

I didn't listen to a word my brother said.

Even yelled at him.

"Ethan! How dare you call me your brother? Have you forgotten how you treated me before?"

"You are just a vested interest! You deserve to die!"

I thought my brother would curse back at me, or something even worse.

Unexpectedly, he burst into tears and confessed to me.

At the same time, he walked towards the window.

Seeing him like this, I thought he was trying to pull me back.

But his expression suddenly turned sinister and he pried open my fingers that were grasping the window.

He lifted my legs and pushed me toward the window.

The last words I heard were those of a man in extreme despair and panic.

But my younger brother said, "You deserve to die!"

Then in anger, I lost consciousness.