Love and Freedom, I Choose Freedom

To marry Saya Rice, I happily presented two million dollars in betrothal gifts and bought gold jewelry at the end of the year.

But then, I heard a shocking piece of news.

Saya was pregnant with someone else's child, but she still pretended to be innocent and planned to choose the best one among us, her backup.

My father, Darius Moore, a billionaire who had just listed his company and was worth tens of billions of dollars, patted me on the shoulder and persuaded me.

"The gold digger must pay the price. Our Moore family won't accept her."