The stepmother compelled her stepdaughter to accept a marriage proposal from a pauper to shame her. On the wedding day, the pauper’s revelation left everyone in stunned terror

The scorching sun of New York mercilessly beat down on Fifth Avenue, where Ethan, a 28-year-old young man with dishevelled hair and tattered clothes, sat on the sidewalk. His blue eyes, once vibrant, were now dull from exhaustion and hunger. The prominent ribs beneath his torn shirt revealed weeks of scarce food. Ethan watched the frantic hustle of people, feeling invisible in the midst of the crowd.

The stepmother forced her stepdaughter to become engaged to a beggar to humiliate her! On the day of the wedding, everyone was terrified by the secret the beggar revealed…
His stomach growled painfully, reminding him that he hadn’t eaten in more than two days. Just one more day, Ethan, you can do it. Someone will notice you today, he murmured to himself, trying to keep his hope alive.

Who am I kidding? No one looks twice at a beggar, he thought, his inner voice laden with bitterness. The hours dragged on slowly, and Ethan fought the temptation to rummage through nearby trash cans in search of leftover food. He had promised himself he wouldn’t sink to that level, but hunger was an unforgiving adversary.

His eyes involuntarily followed each person passing by with bags of food or cups of coffee. The aroma of a hot dog being sold on the corner tortured his senses, making his mouth water and his stomach protest even louder. Maybe I should try that shelter again.

No, I can’t. The last time. Ethan shuddered, leaving the thought unfinished.

Why did things have to come to this? I wish I hadn’t grown up like this. I wish I had had a family, a home. His mind wandered, painfully recalling the past.

As the afternoon wore on, Ethan’s despair grew. He watched other homeless people approach pedestrians, asking for spare change, but he couldn’t muster the courage to do the same. His pride, the last thing he had left, held him back.

An older man sitting not far away looked at Ethan with a mix of pity and understanding. Kids, sometimes things seem hopeless, but we survive, the man said, his voice hoarse from age and life on the streets. I know, but… Sometimes it feels like our life on the streets will never change.

We only have the few coins given by kind-hearted people, but we need more job opportunities, housing to get out of here, and healthy food on the table, Ethan replied, his voice trembling between hope and disbelief. Suddenly, as if the universe had heard his silent plea, a middle-aged woman stopped in front of Ethan. Without saying a word, she handed him a paper bag containing a warm sandwich.

The aroma of fresh bread and roasted meat filled his nostrils, making his stomach turn with anticipation. Ethan looked up at the woman, his eyes brimming with gratitude. Thank you, ma’am.

You have no idea how much this means to me, he said, his voice choked with emotion. The woman simply smiled gently and continued on her way, leaving Ethan in awe of that act of kindness. Maybe there is still kindness in this world.

Maybe I’m not completely alone, Ethan thought, feeling a spark of hope ignite in his chest. As Ethan prepared to savour the precious sandwich, his gaze caught two other men sitting nearby. Their thin faces and hungry eyes were a mirror of his own situation.

Without hesitation, Ethan divided the sandwich into three parts, offering them to his fellow sufferers. Hey guys, let’s share. No one should go hungry when we can help each other, he said, his voice hoarse but kind.

Across the street, two women were watching the scene. Olivia, a young woman with long brown hair and compassionate green eyes, felt her heart ache at the sight of the act of kindness. She took a step toward the sidewalk, determined to offer more help, when she felt a sharp tug on her arm.

Victoria, her stepmother, a middle-aged woman with harsh features and a cold stare, was holding her tightly. Don’t even think about it, Olivia. I won’t allow you to mingle with those people, Victoria hissed, her grey eyes sparking with anger.

But Victoria, they need help. How can we just ignore them, Olivia protested, her voice trembling with emotion and indignation. Victoria dragged Olivia away from the scene, her high heels echoing on the sidewalk as they approached a luxury store.

The contrast between the gleaming shop windows and the harsh reality of the street was striking. Olivia resisted, her eyes still fixed on Ethan and his companions. Victoria abruptly stopped, spinning on her heels to face her stepdaughter.

Her face was twisted into a mask of disgust and barely contained anger. Have you lost your mind, Olivia? These people are dangerous. They would probably use any money you gave them for drugs or alcohol, Victoria hissed, her tone cutting.

You don’t know that, Victoria. That man just shared the only meal he probably had today. How can you be so insensitive, Olivia retorted, her voice trembling with indignation.

The argument between the two women attracted curious glances from passers-by. Olivia, usually reserved, felt an uncommon courage growing within her. She pulled away from Victoria’s grip and took a determined step toward the street.

They are human beings, Victoria. They deserve compassion, not judgment, Olivia declared, her voice gaining strength. Victoria grabbed Olivia’s arm again, her perfectly manicured nails digging into her stepdaughter’s skin.

You don’t understand how the world works, dear. These people chose this lifestyle. It’s not our responsibility to save them, Victoria argued, her tone condescending.

Chose? No one chooses to go hungry or live on the streets. How can you be so blind, Olivia countered, tears of frustration glistening in her eyes. Determined, Olivia managed to break free once more.

Before Victoria could stop her, she quickly crossed the street, approaching Ethan and his companions. With trembling hands, Olivia pulled out some bills from her purse. Please, take this.

I hope it can help in some way, she said, extending the money to Ethan. The young man looked at Olivia, surprised and touched by the gesture. Their eyes met for a brief moment, a silent connection passing between them.

Thank you, miss. Your kindness means more than you can imagine, Ethan responded, his voice hoarse with emotion. It’s nothing, really.

I just wish I could do more, Olivia murmured, feeling both relieved and powerless in the face of their situation. Victoria watched the scene from a distance, her face a mix of fury and something else. Calculation.

Her grey eyes narrowed, focusing on Ethan. There was something about him, something that went beyond his worn appearance. A plan began to form in her mind, a plan that could solve several of her problems at once.

Olivia returned to the sidewalk, bracing herself for the inevitable confrontation with her stepmother. To her surprise, Victoria didn’t yell or reprimand her immediately. Instead, a cold smile formed on her lips.

Well, since you insist on mingling with these people, perhaps I should teach you a lesson about them, don’t you think? Victoria suggested, her tone dripping with sarcasm. What are you planning, Victoria? Olivia questioned, suddenly apprehensive about her stepmother’s change in attitude. As the two women walked away, Victoria cast one last look at Ethan.

Her eyes gleamed with a cold determination, an idea clearly taking shape in her calculating mind. Olivia, still confused by Victoria’s sudden change in behaviour, didn’t notice the look. She was lost in her own thoughts, replaying the brief encounter with Ethan.

There was something about him, a dignity and kindness that stood in stark contrast to his precarious situation. That young man. There’s something different about him, don’t you think? Victoria commented casually, her voice carrying an interest that sent a chill down Olivia’s spine.

Why the sudden interest, Victoria? Just a few minutes ago, you wanted me to ignore him completely, Olivia responded, unable to hide the suspicion in her voice. When they arrived at the mansion, Victoria stormed through the door, her heels echoing through the marble entry hall. Olivia followed in silence, still unsettled by the events of the afternoon.

Robert, alerted by the turbulent arrival, emerged from his office, his brow furrowed with concern. Victoria wasted no time on pleasantries. Robert, your daughter is out of control.

Today she almost mingled with beggars on the street. Beggars. Her voice echoed off the walls, laden with indignation.

Robert looked from Victoria to Olivia, his face a mixture of confusion and disappointment. Olivia, is this true? he asked, his voice weary. Father, I was just trying to help someone in need.

I don’t see how that could be wrong, Olivia replied, her voice trembling slightly but firm in her conviction. Victoria grabbed Robert’s arm, dragging him into the office and closing the door, leaving Olivia outside. The muffled sound of their argument seeped through the solid wood.

Don’t you see the danger here, Robert? She’s ruining our reputation by associating with the scum of society. Victoria gestured furiously, her eyes flashing. Robert sank into his leather chair, running his hand over his face in a gesture of exhaustion.

Victoria, she has a good heart. We can’t condemn her for that, he argued weakly. A good heart? In this world a good heart is a weakness we can’t afford, Victoria retorted, her voice as sharp as a blade.

The argument escalated with Victoria listing all of Olivia’s transgressions over the past few months, the donations to charities without approval, the volunteer work in poor neighborhoods, the refusal to attend the proper social events. Robert listened, his face growing paler by the minute. She’s ruining everything we’ve worked for, Robert.

Our social standing, our connections, everything is at risk because of this. This fixation she has on helping the less fortunate, Victoria continued, her voice a furious whisper. But she is my daughter, Victoria, I can’t just change who she is, Robert protested, though his voice already showed signs of resignation.

Victoria stopped her furious pacing around the office, turning to face Robert with a dangerous gleam in her eyes. I have a plan, she declared, her voice suddenly calm and controlled, a plan that will solve two problems at once. Robert straightened in his chair, suddenly alert, he knew that tone of Victoria’s and it usually didn’t bode well.

What kind of plan? He asked cautiously, fearing the answer. A plan that will teach Olivia a lesson. Victoria responded, a cold smile forming on her lips.

Silence fell over the office, heavy and oppressive. Robert looked at Victoria, a mixture of fear and curiosity in his eyes. He knew he should protest, defend his daughter, but years of Victoria’s manipulation and control had worn down his will.

What exactly do you have in mind? He finally asked, his voice barely more than a whisper. Victoria leaned forward, her eyes gleaming with an almost manic light. That beggar Olivia was so eager to help.

What if we used him to show Olivia that people like him aren’t so good? What if she had to see up close just how bad people like him can be? She insinuated, her voice dripping with malice. Victoria, what are you suggesting? Robert asked, a shiver of apprehension running down his spine. Victoria abruptly stood up, her silhouette casting a threatening shadow over Robert.

She walked to the office window, gazing out at the meticulously maintained garden, a cold smile forming on her lips. Marriage, Robert. We’ll force Olivia to marry that beggar, she declared, her voice filled with cruel satisfaction.

Robert choked on his whisky, his eyes wide with disbelief. You’ve gone mad, Victoria. That’s—that’s monstrous, he exclaimed, rising from his chair.

Monstrous? No, my dear, it’s a necessary lesson. Think about it. What better way to show Olivia the harsh reality of the world than by making her live with someone like him, Victoria replied, her tone calculated and cold.

Robert began to pace back and forth across the office, running his hands through his greying hair in a gesture of despair. But—but what about her happiness? My daughter deserves more than this, Victoria, he argued, his voice firm despite the evident concern. Victoria turned to face him, her eyes gleaming with unyielding determination.

Happiness, Robert, we’re talking about your daughter’s future. Imagine the looks, the whispers at social events. Olivia needs to understand the consequences of her thoughtless actions, she explained, each word laden with conviction.

This doesn’t seem right, Victoria. My daughter would never be ashamed of a simple man. Besides, she has a good heart.

She would hardly be bothered by something like this, don’t you think? Robert questioned, a flicker of pride in his voice as he thought of his daughter’s strong character. Victoria laughed, a cold, humorless sound that echoed off the office walls. Oh, Robert, do you really believe she could handle it? She may have a kind heart, but she’s still a girl raised in luxury.

A few days living with that beggar and she’ll be begging to come to her senses, she said, dismissing Robert’s concern with a disdainful wave. Robert leaned against the desk, the weight of Victoria’s proposal clearly visible in his slumped shoulders. And the young man? How are we going to convince him to go along with this, this farce? He asked, his voice filled with skepticism.

Money, dear, we’ll offer him an amount he can’t refuse. For someone in his situation, it will be an irresistible offer, Victoria replied, her voice brimming with confidence. Silence fell over the office, heavy and oppressive.

Robert stared into the void, his mind a storm of conflicting emotions. Paternal love and concern for Olivia’s well-being clashed with the fear of potential social consequences. I… I don’t know, Victoria.

This seems to go too far, can’t we just talk to her? He finally murmured, his voice laden with doubt. Victoria stepped closer to him, her tone softening but still firm. Robert, dear, words aren’t enough.

Olivia needs to see for herself. Sometimes we have to be tough to protect those we love, she argued, her voice a mix of persuasion and false compassion. Yes, but… Forcing a marriage, playing with my daughter’s life like this.

There must be another way, Robert protested, his gaze revealing the internal conflict he was facing. Robert slowly stood up, walking over to the window. He looked out at the world beyond, a world that seemed so complex and full of traps for his beloved daughter.

With a deep sigh he turned to Victoria. This won’t end well, Victoria. You’re underestimating Olivia and the strength of her convictions, he murmured, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Irritated by Robert’s lack of enthusiasm, Victoria crossed her arms, her eyes flashing with frustration. Your hesitation is exactly why Olivia is out of control. Sometimes we have to make tough decisions.

You’re her father, you have to teach her to protect her reputation, she argued, her voice sharp. The sun was beginning to set over the city park, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. Ethan was sitting on a worn-out bench, watching people pass by, when an elegant figure approached.

Victoria, in her designer coat and high heels, looked out of place in that setting. She stopped in front of Ethan, her cold gaze assessing him from head to toe. You’re the beggar who was here earlier, aren’t you? I’m Victoria, Olivia’s stepmother, the woman who helped you and was here with me, she said, her voice a mixture of disdain and false cordiality.

Ethan stood up, confused and a bit defensive. Yes, that’s me, my name is Ethan, what do you want, ma’am? he replied, his voice hoarse from lack of use. I have a proposal for you, one that could completely change your life, Victoria declared, a calculating smile forming on her lips.

Victoria wasted no time getting to the point. She laid out her plan to Ethan, explaining the arranged marriage with Olivia, promising him a life of comfort and luxury in exchange for his cooperation. Ethan listened, his eyes widening with every word.

You’re asking me to marry your stepdaughter, the kind woman who helped me today, for money? he asked, incredulous. Victoria nodded, her smile never wavering. Think about it, Ethan, you would never have to worry about food or shelter again.

You would have everything you’ve ever dreamed of, she insisted, her voice as seductive as a serpent’s. I can’t accept this. I can’t use someone like that, especially someone who was kind to me, Ethan responded, shaking his head in refusal.

Ethan’s rejection seemed to irritate Victoria, but she maintained her composure. Changing tactics, she decided to appeal to another side of Ethan. Think about the possibilities, Ethan, with this money you could help so many people, your friends on the streets, those who go hungry every day, she suggested, her voice low and persuasive.

Ethan hesitated, his hands clenching into fists as he considered Victoria’s words. The image of his street companions, hungry and desperate, flashed in his mind. I… I could really make a difference, he murmured, more to himself than to Victoria.

Imagine how many lives you could change, isn’t that what Olivia would do? Use her resources to others, Victoria pressed, sensing Ethan’s hesitation. As Ethan pondered, his eyes wandered to Victoria’s coat, stopping at a gold brooch pinned to the lapel. It was an intricate design, a rose intertwined with vines.

Something about that brooch stirred a distant memory in Ethan, a hazy recollection of a time long forgotten. He reached out involuntarily, almost touching the brooch. This brooch, I’ve seen it before, he murmured, his voice trembling with sudden emotion.

Victoria stepped back slightly, surprised by Ethan’s reaction. It’s just an old family jewel, nothing important, she said quickly, her hand protectively covering the brooch. How strange, I’m sure I remember this brooch, I remember someone wearing it, a woman, singing to me, Ethan thought to himself, struggling with the fragments of memory from a distant childhood.

Shall we go? I’m sure you’ll help many with this decision, Ethan. Victoria pressed, gesturing for Ethan to follow her, and he nodded. Before leaving, Ethan turned to his street companions, promising to return with help.

Don’t worry, I’ll be back, I’ll find a way to help all of you, he said, his voice choked with emotion. Soon after, sitting inside the vehicle that smelled of new leather, Ethan couldn’t stop thinking about the strange familiarity of Victoria’s brooch and the surreal proposal she had made. I hope I’m doing the right thing, but if this can help others, maybe it’s worth it.

Ethan murmured to himself, his fingers nervously drumming on his knee. Minutes later, Victoria’s luxurious car glided silently through the mansion gates, the grand house looming ahead. Ethan, seated in the back, stared in awe at the building.

Olivia, who was reading a book by her bedroom window, heard the sound of the car and looked out, curious. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw Ethan stepping out of the vehicle, looking out of place and nervous in his worn clothes. What’s going on? Why did Victoria bring that man here? This can’t be good.

Did she do something to him? She murmured to herself, confused and apprehensive, feeling her heart race with a sense of foreboding. Victoria led Ethan into the house, casting a meaningful glance at Olivia, who was watching from the window. Wait here, she instructed Ethan, leaving him in the entrance hall.

Climbing the stairs with determination, Victoria knocked on Olivia’s bedroom door before entering without waiting for a response. Olivia, dear, we need to talk, she announced, her tone falsely sweet. Olivia turned to face her stepmother, her expression a mix of confusion and fear.

Victoria, what’s going on? Why is that man here? she asked, her voice trembling. Everything will become clear soon, my dear. But first, sit down.

We have a lot to discuss, Victoria replied, gesturing for Olivia to sit on the edge of the Reluctantly, Olivia obeyed, her eyes never leaving Victoria’s face. The stepmother began pacing around the room, her heels echoing on the wooden floor. Olivia, your obsession with helping the less fortunate has been concerning.

Your father and I have decided that it’s time for you to learn a valuable lesson about the real world, Victoria began, her voice laden with false concern. Olivia felt a knot form in her stomach. What are you talking about, Victoria? she asked, dreading the answer.

I’m talking about consequences, dear, and a marriage, Victoria replied, a cold smile forming on her lips. The shock hit Olivia like a punch to the stomach. She stood up abruptly, her hands trembling.

Marriage? What marriage? she demanded, her voice rising an octave. Victoria stopped pacing, turning to face Olivia directly. You’re going to marry the beggar downstairs, Ethan, the one you were so eager to help today, she declared, savouring each word.

Olivia felt the blood drain from her face. This is insane. You can’t be serious, she shouted, her voice echoing through the room.
Oh, but I am, dear, very serious, and before you think about refusing, let me explain the consequences of your non-cooperation, Victoria threatened, her tone dropping to a dangerous whisper. Olivia staggered back, sitting heavily on the bed. Her mind was spinning, trying to process the absurdity of the situation.

I only helped a man in need. What did I do so wrong? You can’t force me to do this. It’s illegal.

It’s immoral, she argued, tears of frustration beginning to form in her eyes. Victoria stepped closer, leaning down to be face to face with Olivia. I can and I will, dear, unless you want to see your new beggar friend face very serious charges.

It would be a shame if the police were to find something illegal in his possession, don’t you think? she threatened, each word dripping with malice. You wouldn’t do that. He’s innocent.

He has nothing to do with this, Olivia stammered, fear gripping her heart as the reality of the situation began to sink in. Why are you doing this, Victoria? What do you gain from all this? Victoria smiled coldly, straightening up. What I gain, dear Olivia, is a daughter-in-law who finally understands her place in this family and in society.

You’re going to learn that your actions have consequences, and that not everyone you try to help is worthy of your compassion. Olivia felt cornered, her gaze drifting to the window where she had seen Ethan arriving earlier. The thought of him suffering because of her was unbearable.

And if I accept? What happens to Ethan? she asked, her voice barely a whisper. He will have a comfortable life far from the streets, and you, my dear, will learn a valuable lesson about the real world, Victoria replied, her tone almost maternal, but with an underlying coldness that made Olivia shiver. Ethan was led to a luxurious bathroom attached to his new room, his eyes widened at the sight of the large marble bathtub and the neatly arranged toiletries on the counter.

Everything you need is here, said the butler, indicating the soft towels and shaving products. Ethan nodded, still stunned by the situation. Once alone, he turned on the faucet, watching the hot water fill the tub.

How long has it been since my last real bath? he murmured to himself, slowly removing his tattered clothes. Will all this dirt come off? Do I even remember how to take a proper bath? Ethan wondered, a mix of anxiety and anticipation washing over him. As he stepped into the hot water, Ethan couldn’t hold back a sigh of pleasure.

Years of grime began to dissolve as he scrubbed vigorously with a soft sponge and scented soap. He submerged his head under the water, washing his hair repeatedly. The water quickly darkened, a silent testament to the years he had spent on the streets.

Ethan stayed in the tub until the water cooled, savouring every moment of cleanliness and comfort. It’s like being reborn, he whispered, seeing his clean skin for the first time in years. Who would have thought a simple bath could make someone feel so… human again? he reflected, a wave of emotion washing over him.

Wrapped in a his beard was long and unkempt, hiding much of his face. With trembling hands he picked up the razor and shaving cream. Carefully he began to remove the beard, slowly revealing the face he had forgotten.

Each stroke of the blade seemed to take away not just the hair, but also layers of his life on the streets. When he finished, Ethan barely recognised the man staring back at him in the mirror. My God, is that really me? he murmured, touching his now smooth cheeks.

It’s like looking at a stranger. A stranger from the past, he thought, a mix of shock and fascination overwhelming him. Dressed in the new clothes left for him, Ethan felt like an imposter.

The soft, well-tailored fabric was a stark contrast to the rags he was used to. He adjusted the collar of the shirt, uncomfortable with the sensation of being dressed up. Looking at himself one last time in the mirror, Ethan took a deep breath preparing to face the others.

You can do this. With a life like this, you’ll be able to help many people, he told his reflection, trying to convince himself. As he descended the stairs, Ethan felt all eyes turned to him.

Olivia, standing at the bottom of the stairs, visibly gasped when she saw him. Their eyes met, and for a moment the world seemed to stop. Ethan.

I almost didn’t recognise you, she whispered, her voice a mix of surprise and something else he couldn’t quite identify. Victoria appeared, casting a disdainful look in Ethan’s direction. Ah, excellent.

I see you cleaned up well at least, she remarked, her tone falsely cheerful. Ethan nodded, unable to find words. As they moved toward the dining room, he couldn’t help but notice Olivia’s lingering gaze.

What is she thinking? Ethan wondered, feeling exposed in a way that even life on the streets had never made him feel. Why is she looking at me like that? he questioned himself. The days passed in a blur of frantic preparations and growing tension.

Now sitting in the chair of luxurious beauty salon, Olivia stared at her reflection in the mirror as the hairstylist worked on her elaborate bridal hairstyle. Her eyes, though sad, glimmered with a silent determination. As her hands rested gently on the white dress in her lap, she couldn’t help but think of Ethan and the extraordinary changes he had undergone in the past few days.

He must be feeling as lost as I am. Maybe this marriage is an opportunity to truly help him, to make the difference I’ve always wanted to make, Olivia murmured to herself, her heart tightening with empathy, a small smile forming on her lips. The hairstylist, noticing Olivia’s thoughtful expression, tried to lighten the mood with some casual conversation.

Are you excited for the big day, miss? she asked gently. Olivia hesitated for a moment before replying. It’s complicated, but I’m determined to make the best of the situation, she finally said, her gaze meeting the hairstylist’s in the mirror.

Her mind wandered to the moments she had shared with Ethan in the past days, the hesitant conversations, the shy smiles, the evident gratitude in his eyes. He deserves a chance to rebuild his life, and maybe together we can find a greater purpose in this situation, Olivia reflected. As the hairstylist put the finishing touches on the hairstyle, Olivia watched the activity in the salon through the mirror.

She thought of all the people out there who needed help, just as Ethan did. Her mind began to formulate plans, ways to use her position and resources to make a difference, even within the limitations of her arranged marriage. Are you satisfied with the result, miss? the hairstylist asked, interrupting her thoughts.

It’s perfect, thank you, Olivia replied, this time with a genuine smile. This could be the beginning of something important, she added mentally, feeling a wave of determination. At that moment, Olivia caught a fragment of a conversation between two nearby staff members.

That’s Victoria’s stepdaughter, do you remember that scandal involving her stepmother? One of them whispered, the other nodded, leaning in closer. How could I forget? They say she was involved in something terrible, they never proved anything of course, but the conversation was cut short when the women noticed Olivia’s gaze in the mirror. They quickly backed away, looking guilty.

Olivia felt her heart race. Something terrible? What was Victoria involved in? Sometimes I wonder if she really is who she says she is. She claims she loved joining our family, but she acts like she hates me.

Olivia thought, her mind racing. The staff members’ words echoed in her mind. Mixing with her own observations from the past days, especially the things Victoria was reluctant to discuss about her past before marrying Robert.

There was a puzzle there, and Olivia was determined to solve it. She walked over to the salon window, her reflection in the glass showing not just a bride, but a woman with a purpose. I’m going to find out the truth.

If Victoria is hiding something, I’ll uncover it. Olivia promised herself, her expression resolute. Hours later the afternoon sun bathed the imposing facade of the church as a line of luxurious cars began to arrive.

Ethan, dressed in a suit that still felt strange on his body, nervously watched from the entrance. The guests, members of high society, stepped out of their vehicles, their curious and judgmental eyes fixed on him. Whispers and murmurs filled the air, words like beggar and scandal reaching his ears.