When Sofia turned twenty-five, marriage was the last thing on her mind. She worked at a small hotel and gave almost her entire salary to her mother because their family had been living in debt for several years.
The main reason was Sofia’s father. He was constantly gambling, borrowing money, and promising every time that he would soon pay everything back down to the last coin. But one day, the debt became so enormous that there was simply no way to repay it.
Sofia’s father owed nearly fifty million pesos to a man named Victor Alvarez.
Victor was incredibly wealthy. He owned construction companies, restaurants, and several hotels. But people didn’t just talk about his fortune. Behind his back, they called him the “Pig King.”
The man weighed around 140 kilograms, breathed heavily, was constantly sweating, and almost always moved around in a special wheelchair. His face was covered in strange scars, and his personality was considered so difficult that even his employees tried not to speak to him unless absolutely necessary.
One evening, Victor personally came to the debtor’s house.
“You have one week to repay the money,” he calmly told Sofia’s father.
The man turned pale.
“I don’t have that kind of money. But I can offer you something else.”
He looked at his daughter, who was standing by the door. Sofia immediately realized that something terrible was about to happen.
“Marry her, and forgive the debt.”
“Dad, do you even understand what you’re saying?” the girl whispered.
But her father was already begging Victor to agree.
The strangest thing happened a few seconds later. The billionaire stared at Sofia for a long time and then calmly replied:
“Fine. But only if she agrees herself.”
Sofia could have refused. However, if she did, her father would lose the house and would most likely end up in prison because of other schemes the family had only recently discovered.
The girl agreed, even though she found it difficult to even be around her future husband.
Hundreds of guests attended the wedding. Sofia looked stunning in her white dress, while Victor sat beside her. His enormous stomach barely fit beneath his jacket, his face was glistening with sweat, and an assistant was constantly nearby with his wheelchair.
The guests whispered, not even bothering to lower their voices.
“She sold herself for money.”
“I can’t imagine how disgusted she must feel being next to him.”
Sofia heard everything but said nothing.
When Victor became hot, she brought him some water and gently dabbed his forehead with a napkin.
The man unexpectedly asked:
“Doesn’t it disgust you to touch me?”
Sofia looked at him in surprise.
“You’re my husband.”
After those words, Victor fell silent for the first time that entire evening.
Late that night, they arrived at his mansion.
When the bedroom door closed, Sofia visibly tensed. However, Victor didn’t even come near her.
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