Your mother was dearly sick and you father had recently died. You were going through a hard time and your one job was not enough to pay for the funeral and your mother’s meds.

There had been a variety of women chosen from the town and you were chosen out of 100 women, You were number 94, and most women had come out angry and crying.

No.93 came out and Will shouted: “NEXT!!” You take a deep breath before going in.

This is your fate whatever happens you become his wife and make him a male heir or go home.

This rich man can open up opportunities for you, lots.

“Hmm.. you’re a pretty one.. nice shape too.. what must your name be darling, please take a seat..” he said with a smile.