Not A Small-Town Girl

Chapter 1-1

In the eastern part of Bane Springs stood a brick-and-tile courtyard house, the kind that looked cozy on the outside. But tucked away in one corner was a run-down annex with mud-brick walls, making it look completely out of place.

Inside, the air was thick, damp, and stuffy. Every spring, water droplets would form on the walls, and the wooden furniture-like the bedposts and chairs-slowly rotted away.

At her desk sat a slim young girl, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she typed out lines of code. The door suddenly slammed open, and in walked a middle-aged woman, wrinkling her nose in disgust at the musty air.

"Danielle," Lucy Granger snapped, her voice sharp. "I’ve set up a marriage for you with the town supervisor’s son. Marry him, and you’ll have it made. I worked my ass off to make this happen for you."

In Lucy’s mind, the deal was already done. ’Once this ungrateful brat gets married, we’ll get a fat bride price. Then I can buy my precious son a nice apartment in town.

Danielle didn’t even look up from her screen as she said flatly, "No."

Lucy’s face flushed with rage. "You little shit!" she screamed. "After everything I’ve done for you-feeding you, giving you a roof over your head for over ten years-you should be thanking your lucky stars the supervisor’s son even wants to marry you.

"This is the best deal you’ll ever get, and you better realize it."

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She shot her daughter one

Granger walked in, a smug grin on

worry, we’ll drag her there if

at the Darling residence in

yet?" Joseph Darling, CEO of Darling Group,

family butler, reported. "But every lead goes cold. We’ve tried everything, but...your sister

Keep searching, or else." His tone left no room for argument, and everyone

Though the other Darling boys were approachable, the eldest always

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for. But everything changed when Lucy gave birth to Robbie. That’s when the warmth disappeared, like someone

before dawn to chop wood and cook for the family. She ate whatever scraps were left after they’d eaten -if there were any. Most nights, she

yanking Danielle out

Soufield. You in?" Emery Parker’s