THE CHANCE ENCOUNTER

The Discarded Heiress: Marrying My Lethal Husband

Xiao Wang

The rain in Detroit was slick with grime when my family finally came to fetch me. They didn't want a reunion; they wanted a sacrificial lamb to marry into the Kaufman empire to save their failing business. I thought I was just being sold off, but the limo ride ended under a dark overpass where six hired thugs were waiting with chains. My own sister had ordered them to "break my spirit" so I’d be a shaking, pathetic mess by the time I reached the altar. They called me "Detroit trash" and sprayed air freshener when I sat on their leather seats. My stepmother wanted a video of me begging for my life, and my father was ready to trade me like a used car to a man everyone called a "vegetable." They expected a submissive country girl, unaware that I was a high-level "cleaner" who could snap a radius bone before they could even scream. When I finally reached the Kaufman estate, I found my fiancé, Barron, slumped in a wheelchair, drooling and silent. But as soon as the doors closed, the "invalid" grabbed my wrist with a grip of iron and whispered a command that changed everything. I didn't understand why my own blood was so desperate to see me destroyed. What had I ever done to deserve a hit squad and a forced marriage to a man they thought was a corpse? But Barron isn't a vegetable, and I'm not a victim. We just touched down at the Moon family gala in a matte-black helicopter, and as the doors slide open, the "broken" bride is about to show them exactly what happens when you throw away the wrong daughter. "If we're going to crash a party," Barron whispered, his eyes burning with lethal clarity, "we should make an entrance."

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I stared at the mansion my parents left behind. A bit amazed at how abandoned it looked.

Few months ago my foster parents passed away leaving me nothing but this bed and breakfast family home.

I really wanted to sell it off or better still abandon it but I had so much to face and can't possibly let go of it in any way.

I was a striving author and loved my work but in the society we live in now, even the best authors can't be recognized with a little fame. Which I was very unfortunate with. I had nothing to show off with but this hotel.

I stepped into the tutor Mansion and it looked even more abandoned than ever.

"Where do I begin?". We're the only words I could make out from my mouth as I stared at the mansion. I had no companion to help me begin my work. I had to do this alone and hopefully be able to stand up on my feet again and maybe return to bring an author I once was.

I walked up to a huge mirror beside the doorway to the staircase.

I can't believe I was poor and still not pretty enough and had to lose so much weight.

Everything, I would get everything back including my beauty. I just need to be strong, mostly for my parents. Moving on in life without them was causing a lot of damage to my head, I never knew I would be on my feet so quickly, I had no one else. Just the two of them and just when I thought everything was working out fine for me , they left me to tend to my troubles and deal with the ache of losing them.

I should have been with them on that trip, I really wanted to do it with them. It was all just too unbearable.

I stopped thinking about the past and cleaned the tears on my face, smiling at my reflection in the mirror.

"You can do this Lisa". Those were my lines for the past few weeks. I know I was capable of doing anything even though I had just lost everything.

Firstly, I took out all the trash and abandoned stuff in the house. I decided to not throw away any of the ornaments my parents had placed in the mansion just so it won't lose its beauty.

Taking the trash out was not the most difficult part about everything, absolutely nothing could prepare me for the bedrooms I had to tend to. They were all so dusty… if I was financially stable I most definitely won't use these mattresses but throw them all out. But since I had no choice I decided to clean it and sun dry it.

While doing it a few residents around whispered as they passed. I guessed they must be surprised that the owner of the mansion was finally back.

"I also don't have a choice but to return here to my neighbors". I said to myself, "I'm still cleaning."

"I can't believe you actually took the courage and went there. Are you sure you would even be able to make the money you need from that abandoned resident?" My only friend. Sandra said on the phone.

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