I fell in love with a man who had nothing—no car, no house, no money—but he had kindness and integrity. My wealthy parents, obsessed with status, laughed in his face when he asked for their blessing to marry me. I chose him anyway, believing love mattered more than wealth.
Days later, bailiffs arrived at my parents’ mansion with eviction papers. When my father demanded answers, his rage turned to shock as he saw my boyfriend at the door—the legal owner of the house. The man they dismissed had quietly bought their debt and taught them a lesson they would never forget.
