Story 31/03/2025 08:47

I'm only 22 years old, but I just agreed to marry a rich 60 year old man

Dark clouds covered the night sky, the wind whistled through the leaves like a sigh of fate. Linh stood in front of the mirror, her eyes blankly looking at the bright red wedding dress that had been hastily sewn in three days. She was only 22 years old, the age when she should have dreamed of long trips with the person she loved, but now, she was about to become the wife of Mr. Hung - a 60-year-old man, rich but famous for being stingy and cruel in the village. All just to pay off the 500 million debt that Tuan - her childhood lover - had borrowed to save the family company from bankruptcy.

Tuan knelt before Linh that fateful night, tears rolling down his thin cheeks. "I have no other choice, Linh. If you don't agree, my whole family will be on the street, my mother won't be able to live..." Linh bit her lip, her heart breaking, but she nodded. She loved Tuan more than herself, and she couldn't let him lose everything.

The wedding day happened so quickly. Mr. Hung, with a wrinkled face and a sinister smile, held Linh's hand as they walked across the aisle. The crowd whispered, some sympathized, some laughed. Linh didn't hear anything, she just wanted everything to end quickly. On her wedding night, she sat on the large bed in a strange room, her trembling hands tightly gripping the hem of her dress. The sound of running water from the bathroom echoed, each drop like a countdown to a nightmare in her heart.

The bathroom door opened. Linh closed her eyes tightly, preparing herself to face the old man she had sold her future to marry. But then, a familiar scent wafted by - the scent of the perfume she had chosen for Tuan on his birthday last year. She looked up, stunned. Standing in front of her was not Mr. Hung, but Tuan - her lover, his wet hair falling over his forehead, his eyes sparkling with an unpredictable emotion.

"Tuan... why are you...?" Linh stuttered, her mind spinning. She didn't understand what was happening. What kind of evil joke was this?

Tuan walked over and knelt before her again, but this time there were no tears. He held her hand, his voice low but firm: “Linh, I’m sorry for making you endure this. Mr. Hung isn’t real. It was all my plan.”

Linh’s eyes widened, feeling as if the ground beneath her feet had collapsed. “What plan? What are you talking about?”

Tuan sighed, his eyes flashing with remorse. “The company went bankrupt, but the debt wasn’t that big. I knew you would never let me fall into a corner, so I made up a story about Mr. Hung – a non-existent person. I hired someone to play the role of him, organized a fake wedding, just to… test you.”

“Test you?” Linh screamed, tears streaming down uncontrollably. “You lied to me, pushed me into this hell just to test how much I love you?”

Tuan lowered his head, silent. But when he looked up, Linh suddenly realized that something was wrong. His eyes were cold, no longer the gentleness she was used to. “Not exactly,” he said, his voice suddenly low. “There is another reason. I need you to sign the transfer papers for your parents’ land. I have the papers prepared in the pocket of your wedding dress. As long as you sign, we will have everything.”

Linh was stunned. She reached into her pocket, and sure enough, there was a stack of papers. Tuan – the person she loved more than her own life – had not only deceived her, but also planned to take away the last thing her family had left. The wind outside was still whistling, but now, it was no longer the sigh of fate, but a warning she had long ignored.

She stood up, her hands clutching the stack of papers, looking straight into Tuan’s eyes. “You want this land? Fine. But you will pay the price.” With that, she tore the papers in front of him, her eyes burning with a fire Tuan had never seen before.

That night, the house was silent. The next morning, the villagers were in an uproar when they discovered that Tuan had disappeared without a trace, and Linh was standing at the gate, holding a small suitcase, a faint smile on her lips. No one knew what she had done, but from then on, no one dared to mention Tuan's name in the village again.

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