My virginity was sold by my family to a seventy-year-old tycoon for the steep price of one million yuan.
The price was fair, all things considered. After all, I wasn’t just selling my virtue; I was selling my life.
On our wedding night, the old man squeezed my throat and asked, “Do you have any final wishes?”
To stay alive, I told him three stories.
And then, I made a prophecy.
“You will die within my third story.”
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Completed
