After Winning Lottery for Five Million Dollars, My Family Locked Me with a Starving Wolfhound

My family was so poor we could barely afford to eat. Then, out of sheer luck, the lottery ticket I bought on a whim hit the jackpot—five million dollars.

But instead of celebration, chaos broke loose.

My brother’s eyes turned red with madness. He lunged at me, snatched the ticket from my hand and looked ready to rip it apart.

The man who always claimed to love me most—my father—grabbed a kitchen knife and pressed the cold blade to my neck.

“If you don’t tear that ticket up right now,” he snarled, “I’ll cut your hand off.”