Love At First Sight With The Debtor Bride

It had been more than two years since I left Capaville.

My father owed a debt of 500 thousand dollars and used me to pay it off. In the end, I was offered to Yorick Turner of Capaville.

Yorick was a powerful figure from the Turner family.

He pampered me for five years, accompanying me from a young girl to a successful student.

Even though he always called me Josie, for me, it was about repaying my debts. I considered myself a servant of the Turner family.

That year, I made 2 million dollars from writing novels. After transferring 1.5 million dollars to Yorick, I broke my bank card and canceled my phone number.

Carrying a few simple clothes and taking advantage of a time when Yorick's family arranged a blind date for him, I took the remaining 500 thousand dollars, left the Turner family, and gained my freedom.

I changed my name from Jocelyn Ramos to Clare Ramos.

I hid in a seaside county town and opened an inn on the beach.

Business had its ups and downs over the years, but I made a decent amount of money.

At first, there were messages everywhere about searching for me.

I thought that since I had repaid the Turner family, Yorick was probably reluctant to lose my companionship of many years. I assumed he would stop looking for me after a while.

Recently, I felt that not so many people from Capaville were searching for me anymore.

I guessed Yorick had forgotten about me.

I was finally relieved.

It was time for me to go out, work, and socialize. I couldn't live off my savings forever.

Besides, I wanted to go home and visit.

I took a train for a day and a night to return to the place where I was born.

After asking around a bit, I found where my parents lived.

They were doing well locally and were wellknown, so they weren't hard to find.

I heard from people nearby that this family had a capable little daughter who found a husband from a rich family in Capaville.

The husband was very caring toward them, so the local powerful people didn't dare to offend them.

They enjoyed a lot of convenience.

All five brothers went to school and found jobs.

The three older sisters got married early, and some of them still lived at home after getting married.

Selling their little daughter didn't impact my parents enough to change their preference for sons over daughters.

That day, my parents went out shopping, and I followed them, pretending to look around.

I couldn't help laughing when I heard their conversation.

"Where on earth has that damn girl gone? Why is she running around everywhere instead of staying with the Turner family? It wasn't easy for me to find such a good family for her."

"That's right, Yorick has come to ask several times this year."

"If I knew where that damn girl went, I'd immediately tie her up and send her back to the Turner family."

"Yes, look at how good the Turner family is. They bought us a house and a car and even helped these sons find good wives. With such good people, what more can we ask for?"

After so many years away, my parents never came to see me once.

At first, I expected them to come and see me or redeem me after making money.

But gradually, I no longer had any expectations. I guessed they had forgotten they sold their daughter.

After hiding for two years, I came to see my parents whenever I had time. I didn't expect them to remember me.

I also remembered the good days I had with the Turner family.

It seemed like I couldn't go back home.

I went back to my own home overnight.

After sleeping for two days, I decided to try working as a waitress in a hotel in town.

The work was simple and wouldn't attract any attention.

The hotel owner interviewed me and, seeing that I was pretty, hired me on the spot.

I had never worked a longterm job before, so this was my first experience. I didn't expect to face discrimination just for working.

"Clare, go to the front. The manager is looking for you," said a coworker, rolling her eyes at me.

When I approached, the manager was panicking.

"You've come at the right time," he said. "There's a difficult customer here. No one wants to serve her. You should go. But don't offend this lady from Capaville. She's an important customer."

I had no choice but to open the door and ask if she needed anything.

The girl opposite me was stunned for a long time.

"Why do you look familiar?"

"You must be mistaken. How could you possibly know someone from a small place like ours? Miss, what can I do for you?"

"Is your last name Ramos?" She stood up and walked around me, inspecting me in my uniform.

"I think you are. Your name is Jocelyn Ramos. Are you from the Turner family in Capaville? I once saw you at a dinner party with Mr. Turner."

"You must have made a mistake. I'm local and have never been to Capaville." I was shocked that someone recognized me and had to pretend not to know her.

"No way. Jocelyn was raised by the Turners. Someone from your small town couldn't have such an aura."

"Miss, the manager is calling me. If you don't have any instructions, I'll leave."

She waved her hand and let me go without making things difficult.

Outside the door, I confronted the coworker who had lied to me.

"What do you mean? We're colleagues. Why lie to me?"

"You look like a rich kid pretending to experience society. You act like you're one of us but you're trying to steal our jobs. How much does your boss pay you?"

I didn't bother responding and went straight to my manager to resign.

Although I felt it was unlikely, I didn't dare take the risk. If Yorick found me, all my efforts would be wasted.

After hiding for a few days, I realized no one was looking for me.

Feeling relieved, I went to a nearby city to find a job.

I learned a lot in the Turner family because Yorick was happy to teach me various skills.

I could play golf, ski, race cars, and even drive a speedboat.

But these skills were useless in a small town.

The city offered many more opportunities.

I found a job at the largest local ski resort and also worked as a hotel lobby manager.

The hotel owner, seeing that I was pretty, was happy to let me take care of the rich young men who visited.

One day, a group of wealthy kids came to the ski resort for a vacation, and I was responsible for teaching them how to ski.

They were dazzling, full of nobility, clearly from big cities. Many girls came over to ask for their number during breaks.

"It's great to be young."

"You talk like you're very old," said the most eyecatching one among them. He had short, neat hair and an extraordinary demeanor, dressed in professional equipment, unlike the amateur skiers renting gear.

It was clear they were from a wealthy or noble family, so I decided to keep my distance.

The hotel owner hosted a banquet in the evening and insisted that I join. There were several beautiful female hotel staff present.

Unlike these girls who had other intentions, I wore the simplest clothes and sat at the corner of the banquet.

During the meal, the boss urged the girls to toast, and everyone was enthusiastic.

After all, it was an opportunity to meet various big shots. These guys were young, handsome, and from rich families. Which girl wouldn't like them?

One girl even danced, earning applause from the young men.

When it was my turn to toast, I stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I don't drink, so I'll use juice to toast all my friends who have come from afar."

Some rich kids seemed like troublemakers. Seeing that I didn't drink, one immediately spoke up.

"Why are you pretending to be so noble?" He came over and pulled at me.

In the struggle, my collar was pulled down.

"That's enough." The boy who had talked to me earlier in the day stepped in, separating us.

Seeing who it was, they immediately stopped.

"Mr. Hayes, do you like her? Don't worry, we won't interfere."

"Hey, what's that on the back of her neck?"

I suddenly remembered the tattoo on the back of my neck and quickly tightened my collar to cover it.

The others noticed and looked surprised. The man leading the group, referred to as Mr. Hayes, frowned.

"Mr. Hayes, that golden phoenix tattoo—could it be the one I think it is?"

Yorick was great in many ways, except he had a peculiar preference. He insisted on tattooing a golden phoenix on the back of my neck. I always believed it marked Turner family's servants.

I was upset about it for a long time. I usually kept my collar tight to cover it, but it accidentally showed up just now.

"Are you the person Yorick has been searching for?" Mr. Hayes asked.

"No, I don't know the person you're talking about," I retorted instinctively.

"I heard that the girl was raised in the Turner family since childhood. She's very mysterious. We found her here today. Does that mean he deserted her. Maybe you can follow us."

The man called Mr. Hayes stopped him immediately.

"Philip, you bastard. Are you interested in this girl? Why are you stopping us?"

"I brought you out here, and I don't want you to get into trouble. The Turner family doesn't give this golden mark to just anyone. Everyone in the circle knows this girl is special to Yorick. Don't do anything stupid."

Philip Hayes, the young master of the Hayes family, had appeared here.

The other young men felt bored and hurriedly ended the banquet.

The manager bowed and smiled as he saw the young masters off, not forgetting to glare at me.

I walked up to Philip.

"Thank you, Mr. Hayes, for helping me out. Please keep this a secret for me, though it may not be much of a secret."

Philip nodded, looked into the distance, and sighed.

"Are you hiding here? Do you need my help?"

"No, thank you. I'm doing fine." Philip probably misunderstood. He didn't want to give me money but was asking if I would be in trouble if I were found.

I felt that the Turner family had already given up on me.

A few days later, the young masters returned to Capaville, and I was safe. I felt completely relieved.

The ski resort owner didn't care about anyone's status.

He thought that I had offended those rich kids. So, he began to make things difficult for me every day.

One day, the boss announced that the ski resort would be temporarily closed tomorrow because a big shot from Capaville was coming.

I felt uneasy, so I quickly asked to leave and hid at home.

When I woke up in the morning, I had a gut feeling that something big was coming. I wanted to pack my bags and go back to town for a few days.

Before I could pack, my boss called and asked me to return to entertain the guests.

I thought I couldn't escape it was a bad thing, so I went ahead.

When I arrived at the hotel, the boss took me directly to the suite. Seeing the bodyguards at the door, I felt like crying.

I turned around, pretending to be casual, but before I could start running, I was picked up and taken into the suite.

My boss looked at my expression, thinking I had made a mistake, and wanted to distance himself from me. I was carried out before I could say a word.

The person opposite turned around.

After two years, he still looked so handsome.

He exuded an intimidating aura, silent and clearly unhappy.

He never liked to smile, and now, his face looked as cold as ice.

I trembled as I greeted him, "Hello, Mr. Turner."