Raised in a toxic and horrible household, a girl with a truly Brutal upbringing Eleanor L. Kang gets married off in an arranged marriage where she struggles with the change and adjustment of her handsome yet cruel businessman of a husband Kim Seokj...
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"M-marriage?" I cleared my throat trying to find my voice against my parents who were sitting in front of me on their living room couch.
"Well you're at the age, he's a great guy. Rich and handsome too very well off." My mom stated her eyes hard and dull as she stared at me, that's how they always were with me.
"A-and. Ahem, what about his personality? What's he like?" I whispered.
My parents glanced at me with disapproval.
"What does that matter?" My father scoffed. "Hes handsome and wealthy don't ruin this for us like you do everything."
"Hes right. You're lucky a guy is even agreeing to come meet you, do not ruin this. You're worthless ever heard of the term 'beggars can't be choosers'?"
I nodded slowly.
"It applies to you. So don't be picky when you have nothing to offer as well."
"I'm just wondering how on earth we're going to make this burden look good to the kim family." Dad scoffed and mom nodded.
"We'll just lie a bit. I mean we will have to, she has no....good qualities." Mother stared at me in disgust, I looked down at my hands.
You'd think that after 22 years of this verbal abuse id be used to it but every comment was like a crack to whatever remaining confidence I had.
Think about it Elle, freedom. Freedom from them.
"I'll do it, whatever you ask." I spoke up to my parents who stopped their discussion and glanced at me.
"You didn't have a choice in the first place." Father said smugly.
Of course I didn't.
"Why are you still here? Get out of our face." Mother snapped making me flinch at her tone. "They will come over tomorrow for dinner so try to make yourself look nice, I know it'll be a lot of work."
I nodded and walked away with my head down.
Arranged marriage, never my ideal way of marriage but how bad could he be?
You can tell a lot about a child by their parents, I mean maybe not all the time but maybe I could see for myself how this guy was.
Growing up in a house where I wasn't allowed to have an open opinion or speak without turn I had developed ways to strengthen my observation in people. I could find out a lot just by staying silent and watching.
Shoot, I had to look nice. I opened my closet rummaging through the clothes I had. I looked for a dress.
I didn't feel like wearing a dress but, I knew I had to look presentable otherwise I'd get a big scolding and probably a slap if this didn't go how my parents wanted it to.
