Cordia s Will A Civil War Story of Love and Loss

The year I was so broke I couldn't afford a meal, I sent a message to all my WhatsApp contacts.

"I'm the King of England, send money as offering, and I'll knight you, with a great reward."

My childhood friend Brandon Curtis laughed until he was doubled over.

He mocked, "Fernanda, are you so desperate for money that you've lost your mind?"

But in the next moment, my WhatsApp notified me of a transfer of fifty thousand dollars.

It was from someone with a gray profile picture, without any note.

This time, Brandon couldn't laugh anymore.

His face turned sour as he demanded, "Who is he? Why would he send you so much money?"

The moment I received the money, I stared at the profile picture for a long time.

I couldn't recall who it was.

Then, I clicked into his profile.

Apart from the gender, nothing else was revealed.

Even after I accepted the money, he didn't react, not even sending a single message.

But I found myself staring at the chat window for a long, long time.

Until my eyes ached and Brandon shouted at me in anger, I had come back to sense.

"Fernanda, who is this? "

Only then did I remember there was someone beside me.

But I didn't react much, just glanced at him indifferently.

"I don't know."

I heard myself say softly.

Brandon felt like he was being played.

He grabbed my wrist, furious and embarrassed, "Don't fool me. Would a stranger send you money over a joke? You can't keep it, return it now."

Being yelled at for no reason put me in a bad mood too.

Moreover, who gave him the right to order me?

I forcefully broke free from Brandon's grip.

With a mocking smile, I said coldly, "It's none of your business. I'm not returning it."

His eyes reddened with anger at my words.

"Fernanda, do you love money that much?"

Hearing this, I couldn't help but chuckle. I retorted, "We've known each other for so long, and you're just realizing this now?"

Our families were close friends, and our parents had been friends for decades.

Since birth, marrying Brandon seemed like a foregone conclusion.

Under the influence of our parents, I subconsciously thought so too.

But Brandon was particularly annoyed by this idea.

He hated a life that was pre-arranged.

And along with it, he grew to dislike me as well.

"Can you stop following me?"

"Fernanda, who gave you the right to decide for me?"

"Stop bothering me!"

These were his usual remarks.

But I was also raised in the lap of luxury, and naturally couldn't accept his attitude.

Over time, our relationship became like fire and water.