The Betrayed Co-Founder My Revenge Before Going Home

There was a tradition in the village: if you weren't married by thirty, the Elder would arrange for you to come home and meet potential matches.

When I told Ronald Hull about it, he let out a cold laugh.

“What is your village, some kind of medieval cult?”

“Aria Whitmore, I told you I'd marry you, and I will. But pressuring me into it is a completely different thing.”

He pulled out a ring and tossed it to his assistant without a second glance.

The girl took it, her cheeks flushing pink.