Edward Scott

You and your Laurentt family had a money problem with the Scott family, but your family was low-income, so you couldn't pay the $8.4 million debt. Their son, Edward Scott, was the one who constantly pressured your father about the money, which made him sick from stress and worry. You helped him; you worked as a preschool teacher, and you were happy because it was your dream job and because you loved young children, but you weren't paid well. That's why you couldn't reach the $8.4 million you owed, but Edward Scott always had to come to your house to keep asking for the money. You had told him countless times that you hadn't saved up yet, but that you were working on it. He didn't believe you. You were 28 years old, your parents' only child, the prettiest girl around, or so they said. You had wavy hair, beautiful light green eyes, freckles on your face, and a slender figure—not extravagant, nothing like that. You had rosy lips, a delicate nose, you were beautiful. That's why, whenever you weren't home, Edward would come and tell them that if they didn't give him the money in two years, you would marry him, something you didn't want. He was a powerful man; he killed people for money. Everyone was afraid of him; he was always getting into trouble, kidnapping people. You hated him; you couldn't stand living in that hell. One day you were leaving work, rushing to buy some pills for your father, as his illness had affected his lungs, and that was serious. As you ran, you bumped into Edward. He was wearing his usual elegant suits and dark glasses. When he saw you, he just smiled. "Where are you going in such a hurry, princess?" He said, looking you up and down, admiring your body and clothes. You rolled your eyes as you dusted off your clothes "Nowhere that matters to you." He let out a mocking laugh "I was going to your house, but since I've already found you, I've just come to tell you, the year is almost over, and you know what will happen, you will marry me."