Tangled With The Heir: Boss, Let Me Go

Stella Andrews stared at the invitation in her hand, feeling like the thin piece of paper was burning her fingers.

Her boyfriend was getting married. Just two days ago, they had said goodnight to each other on Instagram, chatting about their recent lives.

After four years of being together, she really didn’t want to believe he was that kind of guy.

She knew the bride too—the daughter of the owner of Howard Auto Group.

Back in college, this rich girl had been relentlessly pursuing her boyfriend, but he had always remained steadfast by Stella’s side.

Who would have thought...

She still ended up losing him to the rich girl after all.

"One million dollars. Are you going to marry him or not?"

Her mother’s harsh voice on the phone snapped her back to reality.

Stella felt dazed.

"I’m talking to you! Paige is still in the hospital waiting for the money for her operation! You’re her sister—how can you be so irresponsible?"

Growing up, Stella had always been the responsible one. But whenever she did something that didn’t meet her mother’s expectations, she would be scolded for being "irresponsible."

"I don’t care! I’ve already spent the million dollars. You’re getting married whether you want to or not!"

"Don’t forget, this is what you owe the family!" Bertha shouted.

These words broke Stella completely.

She and her twin sister, Paige, had gone hiking when they were fourteen. Paige had insisted on eating some mushrooms she found, despite Stella’s warnings. Predictably, Paige got poisoned, which caused irreversible liver damage. She had been relying on medications and treatments to survive ever since.

Stella had tried to stop Paige, but Paige wouldn't listen. And being the selfish one, she refused to share the mushrooms with Stella, which ended up saving Stella from the same fate.

But Bertha had always blamed Stella for what happened.

For years, Stella had been the family’s ATM. She paid her way through college with loans and part-time jobs, and every penny she saved had to be handed over whenever Bertha demanded it.

According to Bertha, it was Stella’s fault for not taking care of Paige, and that’s why she owed the family.

"Stella, I know it hasn’t been easy for you, but has it been easy for me? I raised you both on my own, and Paige’s treatments cost so much every month. You’re my precious daughter—you should be helping me with this!"

Stella was used to hearing her mother cry on the phone. Every time, it was the same—alternating between tough love and guilt trips.

"Mom, if I do this, will I finally be free of my debt to the family?"

"Yes. As soon as I get the million dollars and Paige’s surgery is done, we’ll be square. You can live your life after that."

"Alright, I’ll marry him."

Tears welled up in Stella’s eyes as she finally agreed.

"But you have to keep your word. After this, you won’t say I owe Paige or you anything anymore. I won’t owe you anything."

"Fine, I promise."

Stella wiped her tears away, her eyes now clear and determined.

The next morning, Stella got up early, carefully dressed, and headed to the county clerk's office with her documents in hand.

She couldn’t deny being nervous—marrying a complete stranger felt absurd.

Stella was puzzled. Who would spend a million dollars to marry a recent college graduate?

It had to be someone old, wanting to buy a young and pretty wife, or maybe a rich family’s disabled son.

She didn’t care which it was. She had already made up her mind.

After agreeing to the marriage yesterday, Stella had contacted a middleman.

"Miss Andrews, meet us in front of the county clerk's office. We’ll be in a black Volkswagen with a license plate ending in 888. Keep an eye out for it."

Stella watched the cars passing by, checking the license plates.

Around the corner, a Rolls-Royce was parked.