A Fiancé from the Village of Nightmares

After getting engaged to my boyfriend, Vino Fitzgerald, I went with him to his rural hometown to visit his family.

Our first meal there was nothing but a thin bowl of porridge. I was a little surprised by that.

Since Vino was marrying into my family, I brought along the agreed dowry of 880,000 dollar and handed it to his parents.

His mother took the money, frowned and said, “Isn’t your family supposed to be wealthy? This is way too little.”

I was stunned. “Eight hundred eighty thousand is too little?”