“18-Year-Old Man Marries a 70-Year-Old Woman — Makes a Shocking Discovery After 10 Days…”/th

Darkness swallowed the narrow street where Alon lived. He was a 25-year-old mechanic, carrying the heavy burden of losing his mother at birth and struggling to survive with his elderly, ailing father. Fate seemed to have never smiled upon Alon, who was drowning in millions of pesos of debt left behind by his father’s failed business ventures.

The small, old repair shop he had built was just enough to put food on their table each day — but never enough to chip away at the mountain of debt. There were moments when Alon wanted to leave everything behind and head to Manila to seek a better life. But the image of his sick father always held him back.

In the middle of a heavy downpour, while Alon was busy fixing an old car, his phone suddenly rang. The caller was from an unknown number. On the other end of the line was the voice of an elderly woman — firm, commanding.

“Are you Alon? I am Señora Isabela.”

Señora Isabela looked at Alon, a faint smile on her lips, before she calmly revealed her purpose.
“Do you want to pay off all your father’s debts? Do you want to change your fate?”

Alon’s brow furrowed, a feeling of suspicion growing in his heart. How did she know everything about his situation?
“Who are you? And how do you know me?” he asked, his voice low but clear and cautious.

Señora Isabela slowly sipped her tea, a trace of mystery in her eyes.
“I have my ways. What matters is, I can help you rise from this poverty. But you must accept one condition.”

Alon tightened his fist, sensing something was off.
“What condition?” he asked warily.

Señora Isabela met his gaze and spoke each word with deliberate weight.
“I want you to marry me. On paper only. I need a legal husband.”

Alon was so shocked he nearly dropped his cup of coffee.
“Are you joking? You’re old enough to be my grandmother!”

But Señora Isabela remained unnervingly calm.
“I’m not joking. I need a young husband, one without other obligations — and you’re the perfect choice. I don’t need love or care. I just need a legal marriage to achieve my own goal. You only need to be my husband in name and live with me until I pass away. In return, I will pay off all your father’s debts, secure your future, and when I die, all my assets will be yours.”

The offer was bizarre and shocking. Alon was not greedy, but he knew this might be his only chance to save his father. Still, there was something in her words he couldn’t fully trust. Why would she need a legal marriage at all?

After a sleepless night, the old woman’s voice remained steady and unchanging:
“I never break my promises.”

“The moment we sign our marriage contract, all your debts will vanish into thin air. And not only that—your future will be guaranteed.”

Those words were like a double-edged blade—sweet and tempting, yet sharp and terrifying. In the end, Alon clenched his jaw and tried to push aside his doubts.
“Alright… I agree.”

A few days later, the strangest wedding in town took place. There was no grand feast, no throng of relatives—just a simple ceremony in Señora Isabela’s palatial mansion. Only a few of her staff, some of Alon’s friends, and the household helpers bore witness. The news spread quickly.

“You don’t have to look uncomfortable,” she told him. “Just live here, and in time, you’ll know my true purpose.”

Alon felt a chill run down his spine at her words. The unease inside him only grew stronger.

The next day, Alon officially moved into Señora Isabela’s mansion. From a shabby, crumbling home, he stepped into a world of luxury that felt like something out of a movie. But instead of joy, the first thing he felt was a cold emptiness.

The household staff moved silently, disappearing as soon as they finished their tasks. Señora Isabela was no different—always keeping an invisible distance. They only saw each other at mealtimes, after which she would retreat to her office or leave without saying where she was going.

One evening, Alon decided to break the silence.
“Señora Isabela… why is this house so quiet? Don’t you have any children or grandchildren?”

She set down her cutlery and gave him a cold, unwavering look.
“I’m alone now. All my family members are gone.”

“Just do your part. You don’t need to ask questions.”

A shiver crept down Alon’s spine. They’re all gone… Was it just coincidence, or was she hiding something?

Three days after the wedding, Señora Isabela suddenly summoned Alon to her office. On the desk was a thick folder of documents.
“Sign these,” she said in a serious tone.

Alon took them and glanced over the pages—they concerned various properties and some debts. Instantly, a sense of dread washed over him.
“Wait… what is this? Why does it involve me?”

“To make everything official,” she replied calmly. “This was part of the condition from the start. Have you forgotten?”

Alon hesitated. He wasn’t well-versed in the law, and signing a stack of papers without reading them carefully felt far too dangerous. But when he looked up, her eyes were sharper than ever—piercing him as if testing his resolve.

A sickening feeling twisted in his gut. In the end, he sighed and signed.

He didn’t know it yet, but he had just stepped into a trap.

Later, Alon sat silently in his room, still gripping the pen tightly, his heart pounding like a war drum. It felt as though he had just sold his soul to the devil.

The mansion remained suffocatingly quiet. The ticking of an old clock echoed through the vast space. A cold wind slipped into the room, sending a shiver up his spine.

The next morning, when Alon came down to the dining room, Señora Isabela was already there, slowly sipping her tea.

“Out of the thousands of people out there… why you?” she asked.

The question made Alon’s stomach knot.
“Didn’t you just want someone to be with you?” he replied cautiously.

“That’s not the only reason,” she said, her voice calm but icy.

A cold sweat prickled Alon’s back.

She continued, “Your father was once a remarkable man. But he also caused immense suffering to others. Did you know that?”

At the mention of his father, Alon froze.
“What are you talking about? Even if my father failed in business, he would never hurt anyone.”

Señora Isabela smirked, but her eyes were as sharp as a knife.

“Then you still don’t know the whole truth.”

After saying those words, she stood up, leaving Alon with a whirlwind of questions spinning in his mind.

That night, unable to endure the uncertainty any longer, Alon approached Manang Lordes, the longest-serving household helper.

“Manang Lordes… may I ask you something?”

The woman hesitated, but eventually nodded.
“Yes, child.”

“Why are there so few people who come to this mansion? And… do you know anything about Señora Isabela’s past?”

Manang Lordes gave him a strange look. After a long moment of silence, she sighed.

“You’re the Señora’s husband… I shouldn’t be telling you this. But my advice? Leave this place if you can.”

Alon froze. “Why?”

The old woman glanced around and whispered, “The Señora once had a happy family. But then… they were all gone.”

Alon felt as though his heart was being squeezed. “What do you mean… gone?”

She nodded, her voice even softer. “I don’t know the full details. All I know is… everyone who enters her life never meets a good end.”

Alon couldn’t sleep that night.

The next day, he decided to return to his hometown to seek out people who once knew his father. After much asking around, he finally found Mang Kiko, an old friend of his father’s, who agreed to tell him everything.

“Your father was a very intelligent man… but he also made grave mistakes.”

“What mistakes?”

Mang Kiko sighed. “Many years ago, your father went into business with a wealthy woman — Señora Isabela.”

Alon was stunned. “What?”

“At that time, she still had a husband and a child. They invested together in a major project. But afterward… your father betrayed her trust.”

“That’s impossible! What did he do?”

“He deceived her, causing her family to lose everything they owned. The blow was so severe that her husband took his own life… and her child mysteriously disappeared.”

Alon’s heartbeat quickened. The revelation felt like a harsh slap to his face.
So… she married me for revenge.

Mang Kiko looked at him with pity. “Perhaps… you should be careful.”

When Alon returned to the mansion, everything around him felt sinister. He remembered the papers he had signed.

He slipped into the old woman’s office and rummaged through her documents. Finally, he found the contracts — and uncovered a horrifying truth.

The papers weren’t just about her properties… they also transferred an enormous debt into his name.

“My God… what is this?” he exclaimed.

At that moment, Señora Isabela’s voice rang out from behind him. “So… you’ve found out.”

Alon turned around, his heartbeat pounding wildly. There she was, standing in the doorway.

“Now, you are the official bearer of the debt your father left behind.”

“Is this revenge?”

Alon felt as though his world had collapsed. He had walked straight into a perfect trap — one laid more than thirty years ago.

It was as if the sky and the earth had crumbled beneath him. His eyes fell on the documents he had signed — deadly papers, a fatal snare.

Clenching his fists, his voice trembled with anger. “You tricked me.”

Señora Isabela calmly sat in her chair, her gaze icy. “I didn’t trick you. I was clear from the start. You agreed. You signed everything without even checking. I didn’t force you.”

A cold chill ran through Alon’s entire body. She was right. He had buried himself in the trap… with his own hands.

Alon’s jaw tightened. “So… all of this… just to get revenge on my father?”

Señora Isabela smirked. “Not just that. I want you to feel everything I went through — the loss, the betrayal, the helplessness. Your father stole every last piece of my family’s wealth and pushed us into nothingness. Out of despair, my husband took his own life. And my child… ran away and never returned.

From having everything… I was left with nothing.”

Her voice grew deeper, laced with venom. “I lived for over thirty years carrying that hatred. And now… I want your father to taste that same misery — through his only son.”

Her words stabbed straight into Alon’s heart. He realized he was nothing more than a pawn in her game of vengeance.

He read the papers again, line by line. The debt amounted to millions of pesos. He swallowed hard. “You… you’re really going to dump all this debt on me?”

The old woman shrugged. “It’s all in black and white. You signed it. If you need to blame someone, blame yourself.”

Alon slumped into a chair, crushed. Every hope he had for a better life had turned into a nightmare.

“You can take all my properties,” she said coldly. “It’s enough for me to see you suffer… as I did.”

Alon knew he couldn’t let this continue. He needed to find a way to escape.

In the darkness of night, he slipped out of the mansion. He had to prove the woman had deceived him. He remembered Attorney Mateo, his friend who had studied law. If anyone could help him, it was Mateo.

Alon went straight to his friend’s office. Mateo frowned deeply after hearing the story.
“Looks like she really trapped you. But wait — do you remember anything unusual about the papers you signed?”

Alon thought hard… and suddenly recalled something. “Yes. There were documents that seemed different. When I signed them, there were conditions that were never mentioned.”

Mateo nodded. “That’s the key. If you have proof she changed the contents after you signed them, you can sue her for fraud.”

“But… how can I find proof?”

Mateo thought for a moment. “Can you check the CCTV at the mansion? If there’s a recording of you signing, we can compare.”

Alon understood — this was his only chance.

That night, he returned to the mansion. The silence was suffocating. He entered the office where the computer system was kept. His hands trembled as he opened the hard drive, his heartbeat pounding in his ears.

After minutes of searching, he found the video of his signing.

He played it — and a chilling truth appeared.

After Alon signed the papers, Señora Isabela quietly took another stack of documents and swapped them with the ones he had just signed. She had switched the contracts.

Alon could hardly believe his eyes.

At that moment, a cold voice echoed behind him…

“I knew you would do this.”

Alon jumped. Señora Isabela stood at the door, her eyes sharp, making sure he had nowhere left to run.

At that moment, two large bodyguards appeared in the doorway. Alon froze.
“Get him,” the old woman ordered.

But there was no escape — not just from the fraudulent contract, but from the signs of money laundering that had now come to light.

Standing on the balcony, Señora Isabela gripped the railing tightly.
“You can’t do this to me!” she shouted.

A police officer answered coldly, “You built all of this through deceiving others. It’s time to pay for it.”

She finally realized she had lost. Two policemen stepped inside and handcuffed her. Alon silently watched.

There was an odd emptiness in his heart.

After Señora Isabela’s arrest, Alon went through a difficult period. But with the help of Mateo and the police, he was proven innocent, and the illegal documents were nullified.

Yet what troubled his mind the most… was Señora Isabela herself.

He could not bring himself to hate her completely, for in a way, she too was a pitiful victim driven to the edge. Perhaps if life had not been so cruel, she would not have become the person she was.

Alon decided not to hold on to hatred. He returned to his studies, finished his law degree, and hoped to become someone who could truly be of help.

A year later, Alon received a letter from prison. It was from the old woman.

It contained only one line:
“Live differently from your father.”

Holding the letter, Alon was silent for a long time. He folded it and slipped it into his pocket, knowing this would be the last time she would ever appear in his life.

He stepped outside, welcomed by the morning sunlight, and continued walking forward.

The story of Alon and Señora Isabela was not just a marriage full of calculation — it was a deep lesson about greed, vengeance, and the path toward forgiveness.

Money cannot buy happiness, and revenge only brings more suffering. Even if you gain everything, if your heart is filled with hatred, you will remain living in darkness.

Never let the mistakes of others dictate your life.

Alon could have chosen to live in resentment, but he decided to forgive and start anew. Forgiveness is not weakness — it is freedom.

Each of us has the right to choose our own path. Let us live with integrity, honesty, and perseverance.

Because life is not only about what we receive, but about the values we leave behind.