You Crashed the Wrong Woman
My father arranged a marriage for me. The second I arrived, his childhood friend cut into my parking spot and rear-ended my father's one-of-a-kind car. Then my fiancé showed up. He called my father a nobody. His childhood friend got in my face, called me trash. And she even threatened to break my fingers one by one if I didn't pay up. Minutes later, a convoy of armored vehicles rolled into the parking lot. They should've asked whose car they hit before they opened their mouths.