"Let's have a deal, miss Myrtle. Be my wife, and I'll give you the money you need," I told this young lady who is on her knees in front of me, begging me to lend her fifty billion dollars. She glanced at me with that beautiful face of hers. Her shining black eyes, almond face, brown soft wavy hair, and plump lips. "I can't marry you! I barely even know you!" she screamed while tears flowed from her eyes.I held her and lowered my body to hers. My face is just one inch apart from hers. "Will you risk the death of your mom and your college? Or will you marry me, and I'll assure you and your family a comfortable life?" I muttered and smirked at her. She looked at me and cried, "Fine, mister Sean, I'll marry you. But remember, this is just a deal." I stood up and smiled. "Should we get the wedding started tomorrow?" I asked.
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