A Wife for the Billionaire
ildings. The people. It's always an entrancing s
he arts on the buildings and streets. The graffiti. The wares displayed over glass panes. The antique
e famous La Doux Bakery and their peculiar smell drifted in the air. Beggars and the homeless asking for alms. Teache
by hate and anger to ca
n? Like their wealth offers a superpower and a level higher than people
hated Alicia and her daughters. I hated the blond fool I met minutes ago and I
I had suppressed in the past were no
d there are those whose life and experiences turn them into a boilin
crying? Why is my life so messed up? Why can't I ever be happy? W
alright?" The middl
e to contend with
eyes were kind and the color of th
st keep your eyes on the road and get me to where I'm h
hate seeing people in tears. It does something to me" he replied, hi
e I become the same people I hate?" The quest
sh. Life just hasn't been fair, thi
The truth is that life never is. Even those you think t
's so, then they won
ed. From the
e looked you
il
or black. Life deals with each of us in its own way. A
uickly responded
hen the blow is too much to bear and there are some who respond by being 'assholes'. But me,
anor and smile spoke volumes of his kindness, and how much
here who answered prayers. If there was, certainly my c
ry Sunday and prayed every night. Even the man who I once called 'dad' participated in these activities. I remem
s. And I remember how fervently I prayed for everything to be fine, for my mom to be
ow, it's stupid, but I remember also praying for a fairy godmother, anyone or anything that
lity and shunned away fantasies, gods and beliefs. Waiting to be saved w
d going to bed late. With each day worse than the last, I decided to stop wasting my strength and energy on wishes and prayers. I accepted my fate, went about my
aid when I realized the man
, and by the w
," I a
ier, but I assure you, all will be fine. Just keep going, keep praying and with time, al
y grateful" I forced myself to say
p going and striving for better without believing or hoping that there's anyone up ther
ed when he wave
morning breeze sweep my hair and face. I heard a ch
we made a turn straight into h
aned as we jo
onking to
ordinary traffic, two men had blocked the road. Apparently, one of them
ation had gotten so bad that they had punctured each other's tires, meaning that the only way any of t
wasn't leaving
managed to get the men to stop yelling. Little help they could do to get the cars out of the way. Only th
o convince Gary to take his fee, al