Married at First Sight novel (Serenity and Zachary York)

The fake Carrie remarked, “This money is easy to make. Next time you cause trouble for your eldest sister, I’ll irritate her again and get her to slap me twice. I can make some extra money that way.”

Carrie laughed, “It’s only a few thousand dollars. It’s worth it for you to do this.”

“Miss Newman, you were born into a wealthy family and have always had everything you wanted. You’ve never had to worry about food or clothing, and you’ve always had endless money. You can’t understand the struggles of ordinary people like me. Your family has assets over 10 billion. What does 10 billion mean to the poor? My family can’t even come up with 500,000.

My brother wants to get married, and my sister-in-law demands a house, a car, the three golds, and a dowry. My brother has been working for nearly ten years, and his savings aren’t enough to cover the down payment. We’ve had to use up all my parents’ savings, and even my savings are gone.

I paid the down payment for the wedding house, bought a car, and borrowed money for the dowry.”

The stand-in paused and continued, “Ordinary people can remain poor for several years after getting married. My sister-in-law has been married for several years and has two children. She and my brother are still working hard to pay off debts, the mortgage, car loan, and other loans. Isn’t it ironic?

It would’ve been better if they had made fewer demands initially, got married, and worked hard together. Then they wouldn’t be struggling to pay off debts now. My family does have a house; it’s just a bit old and small. It’s not impossible to live in if we squeeze in. You won’t have this kind of difficulty.”

Carrie, feeling superior after the comparison, said, “That’s right, I’ve never worried about money.”

Even at her poorest, someone gave her money to spend. It was just a small price to pay.

I’ll go upstairs to

to

keeping her, along with occasional gifts, was more

this, Carrie felt

was just Mr. Labbe’s mistress, it wasn’t something just anyone

was really

she murmured enviously, “When will I live a life where I have money to

…

was only a little after six in the evening, and the city lights were already

inpatient department of Jensburg Central Hospital, Pedro opened several insulated lunch boxes he had just brought, took out the food, and arranged

into the ward and said to Kathryn, who was lying there, “Miss, it’s time to

It feels like lunch

a bit dizzy, and lay back

too quickly. It’s easy to get dizzy. I don’t know what medicine Madam

sleep if she