My Parents Say Fiancé Is a Domestic Abuser—So I Married Him

On the day my fiancé came to pick me up, my parents, who had always been indifferent to me, chose to stay away from me and knelt at my feet.

My mother begged me with tears in her eyes: "My daughter! Mommy and Daddy are begging you! You must not leave with Ethan Grant! He will kill you!"

The father also said sincerely: "Just listen to your mother, she is back from living a reliving life, and your fiancé is a domestic violence man!"

"In your previous life, he beat you to death and dumped your body in a garbage dump!"

"My daughter! In the past, it was because of your brother that we owed you too much. Mom and Dad know we were wrong. You must not make mistakes again!"

But I kicked my parents away coldly and said: That's good, I don't want to live anymore.

As I said this, I opened the bedroom door and prepared to greet my fiancé.

After all, I am also living a reliving life, I will never be fooled easily!

My parents held me from behind, one on each side.

Seeing that I was about to shout for help, my mother quickly covered my mouth with her hands.

Just like that, I was forcibly dragged back to the bedroom.

The fiancé's wedding team outside the door thought this was part of the process of picking up the bride.

The knocking on the door became louder, mixed with laughter.

I was restrained so tightly that I could hardly breathe.

But the mother stood at the door of the bedroom and made unreasonable and excessive demands to the outside: increase the dowry!

"If you don't raise Dowry's price to one million today, you can't even think of coming in and taking my daughter away!"

The noise outside the door quieted down for a moment.

A moment later, my fiancé's voice came through the door.

"Sophia, what happened? Didn't we agree on Dowry's price of 666,000? Why did the price go up out of nowhere?"

"How about you help me talk to my uncle and aunt?"

"Is there some misunderstanding here?"

I wanted to shout for help, but my body was tied up like a silkworm cocoon with hemp ropes and thrown on the bed, and my face was forcibly wrapped with several layers of tape.

But the mother did not give in at all.

"If you don't raise the price, there's no point in talking! Are you trying to sell your wife at a low price?"

There was no sound outside the door for a long time, just when I thought my fiancé had left with the wedding party.

There were several loud bangs on the door.

The parents looked at each other, neither of them had expected things to develop to this point.

But they soon calmed down.

Because we live in a mid- to high-end residential area, there is an anti-violence system installed on the door, and soon someone from the Property Management came over.

"Who are you? If you don't tell us clearly, we have the right to call the police and have you arrested in order to protect the safety of the owners!"

Judging from the sounds, there are also quite a few people from the Property Management side.

I don't need to look to know how crowded the corridor is at this moment.

"This is a family matter! It has nothing to do with you!"

I couldn't tell who was talking, but it must be a relative that Ethan has a very close relationship with.

The property management side also refused to give in: "As property management staff, we have no right to interfere in your family affairs, but if you affect other residents, it has something to do with us!"

I was extremely anxious. No matter what, I would never let the tragedy of my previous life happen again.

But even as he was thinking this, his limbs were tied very tightly.

The two groups outside the door were still in a stalemate.

The Police Officer who arrived rang my doorbell.

"Hello, the neighbor next door called the police and said that the neighbor next door is too noisy. I hope that if you have any problems, you can solve them face to face and not affect others."

The expressions on my parents' faces gradually became unsettled. They looked at me as if they wanted to cut off some pieces of my flesh.