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

"Please cooperate with the police investigation or stop this annoying behavior that disturbs the public."

I know I don't have much time left.

As soon as those three groups of people outside the door left, my parents would immediately sell me to Mr. Blackwood as a mistress.

He suffered torture and humiliation, and finally died in extreme pain.

Thinking back to my past life, it was a cold basement with no sunlight and only torture instruments that made my life worse than death.

I still remember the sound of the whip tearing my skin and the feeling of being soaked in salt water.

Near death from suffocation.

Cooperating with his animal desires without any enjoyment.

The more miserable I was, the more excited he became.

Finally, he died in pain when he aborted me for the sixth time.

Painful memories came flooding back.

Fortunately, he was interrupted by a Police Officer who was questioning outside the door.

"Hello, could you please accept my inquiry? A neighbor has complained that you are disturbing the neighbors. Is there any problem that cannot be solved in person?"

I noticed that neither of my parents were in the bedroom and I was tied up tighter.

If I move a little, I feel a pulling pain.

But I know that if I don’t save myself now, I will never have another chance.

Enduring the pain, I crawled to the door.

But his body was still tied up, and sitting up was impossible.

I wanted to call for help, but my mouth was blocked tightly.

I wanted to make some noise to attract the attention of the people outside, but then I noticed that there was nothing around me.

I tried to move my body to hit the door, but my body felt like it was filled with lead. Even with all my strength, I could only move forward a few centimeters.

What's more, the door was tightly closed, so even if I banged my body against it, no sound could be heard.

It felt like the conversation outside was coming to an end.

Finally someone asked.

"Where's the bride? Didn't you say you were here to pick her up? Why can't I see the bride?"

My heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

Even her fiancé Ethan asked about it.

"Where's Sophia Evans? Ask her to come out and explain to me! She accepted Dowry but she won't see him anymore, what does that mean?"

When faced with questions, the parents remained calm.

"Dowry's money will not be refunded for the time being."

Fortunately, the Police Officer was still present.

All I heard was the people in the wedding party cursing at my parents.

As for the Property Management, we have gone back for the time being. The Police Officer will consult with the Property Management later.

Fortunately, the verbal abuse was quickly suppressed.

Finally, under the mandatory request of the Police Officer, the parents had no choice but to open the bedroom door.

What came into view was me tied up.

His hair was stuck to his face, and tears and snot were everywhere.

The Police Officer quickly untied me.

"Save me! They're selling me to the old man! That guy is a disrespectful pervert!"

"That person, that is."

Before I could say anything, my mother slapped me in the face.

"Shut up! What nonsense are you talking about? Do you think your father and I deserve to spend all our money to treat your illness?"

The mother said this with deep sorrow.

"Are you still human?"

As he spoke, he beat his chest and stamped his feet, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, my father plays the role of a good and responsible father.

"Forget it, calm down first. I know you feel uncomfortable when your daughter is like this, and so do I!"

"I'm just sorry for this kid Ethan!"

"We spent all our money on dowry but couldn't cure our daughter's illness! We are so ashamed!"

I widened my eyes and explained to my fiancé eagerly.

"Don't believe me! I'm a normal person! My parents are lying to you!"