In Love With The Billonaire

CHAPTER 4

With a heavy heart, I retreated to my room. The weight of the world seemed to rest on my shoulders as I grappled with an impossible decision. Love versus family, dreams versus duty.

It was a choice no one should be forced to make. “How did I find myself in this mess?”.

“Hmm..what's that in your hand?”, Aunt Nora said, distracting me from my thoughts.

I looked at her, her face lit with so much joy.

“It is a gift”, I said as I entered my room.

She followed me inside, “Is it from David?” she said, sarcasm in her voice.

“Stop that Aunt Nora. That's not funny”.

“Oh why? I just asked a simple question, or who else will get you a gift”.

“It is from Ben, Mr. Brown’s son”.

Her face lit up. “ Are you serious?”, she said as she took the bag ready to open it up.

I sat on the bed as Aunt Nora unwrapped the gift

My eye lit up in surprise as I saw the gift.

Inside the box was the most beautiful gucci bag and a pair of black shoes that glittered

“Oh my god”, I exclaimed, “ this is beautiful”.

Aunt Nora looked at me with a smirk, “ Oh wow, I never knew you liked god things. See what you are throwing away. You better rethink and make the right decision. That's all I'm going to day for now”

“ Put on the shoes, let's take a look”.

I slid my feet into the shoes and proceeded to look at myself in the mirror.

What I saw in the mirror was breathtaking. I looked like I just came down from heaven.

“You look amazing in this my dear, Mr. Ben seems to have a great taste.

I can't even lie, this gift is so nice. Come to think of it, I can't remember the last time I got a gift though and I found myself rethinking my life decision.

“Think about it, you get to live big and at the same time help your family. It is up to you Rose baby”, she said as she was about to leave.

“ I will talk to you later, cutie”.

The evening drifted into night, and I found myself lost in thought, the city lights outside my window blinking like distant stars. I needed guidance, a sign, anything to help me navigate this storm.

I decided to call Sarah, my trusted confidante and childhood friend. Her voice was a comfort, a lifeline in this whirlpool of uncertainty.

"Sarah, I don't know what to do," I confessed, my voice breaking.

"Rosie, take a deep breath. We'll figure this out together," she reassured me.

We spoke for hours, her unwavering support helped me find a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos.

After our talk, I made my decision. I needed to meet Mr. Brown, face him and try to understand his perspective. Maybe there was a way to salvage my dreams, my love, and still honor my father's desperate sacrifice.

She went downstairs to the kitchen to help her mom with the meal. The kitchen was infused with the aroma of simmering vegetables and spices. Aunt Nora and my mom stood side by side, chopping vegetables for the stew.

I picked up the carrot and started to dice them.

“How is David”, my mum suddenly asked out the blues

I looked at her and let out a small laugh, “Why do you suddenly care, mum? I don't know, I guess he is fine”.

“Did you love dad before you married him?, I asked as I added the diced carrot to the pot.

“Hmm..”, My mum sighed, “Well for your dad it was more of an arranged marriage though I knew your dad before then. Your dad was the only available beet option at that moment and I went with him. But we grew to like each other and fell in love. It's been 20 years and we are not perfect but we try to be perfect for each other. I can't say you shouldn't marry for love but love is not enough to sustain you in your marriage. You need a lot more”, she said as she turned to stir the stew.

Anna turned off the stove and started to serve the food. "It's a difficult decision you have to make sweetheart, one that will make or mar you”.

Aunt Nora nodded, wiping her hands on her apron. "You see David is a wonderful man. But you must also consider your future. Mr. Brown’s son can offer you a life of comfort and opportunity."

I carried the meal to the table where my dad was already seated. With the comforting aroma of the evening meal filling the air, we gathered around the dining table. The stew was hearty and delicious, a testament to my mother's culinary skills. As we savored each bite, the conversation was light, focusing on everyday matters and stories from our lives.

After the meal, as we sipped on hot tea, I mustered the courage to broach the subject that weighed heavily on my heart.

"Dad,I have something to say," I said, my voice steady but tinged with nervousness.

He looked at me, concern evident in his eyes. "Of course, Rosie. You can always talk to me."

"I've been thinking," I began, "and I believe it's important for me to have a conversation with Mr. Ben before finalizing anything."

"He's the one involved in this arrangement, Dad. I'd like to understand his perspective, his intentions," I explained.

My mother interjected, her voice gentle but supportive. "It's a reasonable request, Henry. Roseline deserves a chance to discuss her concerns directly with him."

My father sighed, contemplating my words. "Alright, Rosie. I understand your need for clarity. We'll arrange a meeting."

Relief washed over me, grateful that my father was willing to consider my viewpoint. We agreed to set up the meeting with Mr. Fortex, allowing for an open dialogue to address my questions and apprehensions.

As the evening turned into night, I retreated to my room, my thoughts a whirlwind of emotions. Tomorrow was going to be quite eventful and I wasn't looking forward to it at all. As I tossed and turned on the bed, I thought of how David we fill when I tell him. Is David worth fighting for or should I chose the soft life with Ben?