Prologue

I heard my Mom's footsteps pace the room. "He doesn't deserve the money, look at the way he's spending it! He's taking advantage of us!"

I pressed my ear closer to the door, straining to hear.

I heard the clink of ice cubes being thrown into a glass. "Mo, we've told him enough times," sighed Dad, clearly defeated and tired of having this talk once again. "He's just not listening, that's why we restricted the amount of money he gets. He'll learn to earn it on his own."

I clenched my teeth, remembering all too well. They no longer gave me money. Claiming I was "irresponsible." I was about ready to leave when I heard a change in Mom's voice.

"Maybe he does deserve it. He doesn't really know what he wants…What our son has been through…"

There was a pause and I knew she was contemplating something.

The pacing stopped. "I bet once he meets that special someone and gets married he'll straighten things out, we can give it to him then."

"I'm not sure if that would be the case," Dad muttered, "but who knows I guess?"

Oh I did.

So all I had to do was get married and my ban on money would be lifted? The only problem was I had no one I intended to marry. But at the same time, it was the money that was more important and if marriage was the only way I could get it back, so be it.