Married to the wrong billionaire

CHAPTER ONE LEAH'S POV As I stood in front of the mirror, applying my makeup and questioning myself, I admired myself. I was indeed beautiful and I wonder if the black leather dress I had on was too short. Was I overdressed? I asked myself while putting on my earrings, the earrings I got from Amelia. ‘I am going on a date! A big date’ I thought. Was I supposed to be excited? “Don't overthink Leah,” I said to myself. It was a date and I was meant to give a good expression. The first expression of everything tells how things are going to go, so dressing like a model going to a runway show wasn't so bad after all was it? My ash eye makeup complimented my eyes and I was looking good, am I not? Styling my ear all down was okay, wasn't it? Was I looking good!? Too many questions I threw at myself knowing I would most likely have to provide answers. Amelia said not to dress basic, she literally said “Dress like it was your last day on earth to slay” I wasn't the type that goes out much but I was willing to do this. I needed it. I have known Amelia forever, she has always been there. We grew up together and attended the same schools till high school. She was in college and I was… I was here. She was my favorite person in the world and she was responsible for my dressing up. Amelia was the social one, she took me to the club for the first time, she hooked me up with my first boyfriend which was a disaster, and now, she was the reason I was going on a date. I wished she was here, it'll have been easier. But I couldn't even Facetime her because she was in class. I wished I had the opportunity to go to college but as a poor girl from a small town called Cold Spring in Newyork, I could only dream. I came from a poor family in a busy city like Newyork. People always see New Yorkers as rich, stable, and balanced citizens but Newyork was a very hard place to live in. It was even harder for my family and I because we came from Cold Spring, a very small town with limited opportunities. The income my dad was bringing could only put food on our table and with my mum being sick; I had to help my dad immediately after I graduated from high school. I work two jobs and between serving coffee and working at a bookstore, my pay was barely enough to make a difference. We lived in an old bungalow with cheap furniture. I had three siblings and our apartment was too small for a family of Six. I never had my personal room, I shared rooms with my brothers, and the air mattress we had could not contain us so I had to sleep on the floor, and sometimes, I slept on the couch. We were so poor, we couldn't afford to pay rent. My landlord was a calm man but after omitting three months of rent, his calmness disappeared as he has been on us about his money. Not only were we badly poor but we were on the edge of almost being homeless. With everything going on in my life, a date was supposed to be the least of my problems but I was looking forward to being there. Amelia signed me up on a dating site where people meet their soulmates. I didn't need a soulmate, I didn't even need to be on a date but I was willing to find a soulmate that was a billionaire and the money could do plenty in my life right. When I say money, I mean the money I would be getting from the man I was matched with after agreeing to get married. I was willing to meet a complete stranger and get married just because of money. Amelia said the men on the site were billionaires who desperately needed a partner and I desperately needed a wealthy guy to pave the way to my financial freedom so I was intrigued when she told me about it. I was cut off from my thoughts when my little brother came running in. “Leah Leah” he yelled. “Whattttt” I replied crying out. He came to me panting “The landlord” “Yes, what happened to him,” I let out “He is here again, he is angrier,” he said pointing outside. ‘Oh my goodness, not today’ I thought as I ran outside. Why today of all days? Why can't I just have this day? I asked myself. I was so frustrated but I had no choice but to deal with it. “I gave you notice two weeks ago but still, no payment was made.” “This is your last chance,” the landlord said shouting Dad was begging but the landlord's mind seemed made up and I knew I had to step in. “We promise to pay by month's end, we won't disappoint you this time,” “I have a job interview to attend during the week and it is a very good-paying job so I'll be able to settle our rent sir,” I said pleading. “That is what you said the last time and I already told your dad that if I didn't get my money by the end of the month then there is nothing I can do for y'all,” he said and took off. This was it; we will be evicted if we didn’t come up with the rent money by the end of the month. ‘How are we supposed to pay?’ I thought. It was too much for me to bear; I needed a break from the world. What are we going to do? “We are going to be fine Leah,” my dad said reassuring me but I know he was also scared too. We could be homeless at the end of the month and there is nothing he could do about it. “I have a plan, Dad. I don't want you to worry about any of this. We will be fine I promise you” I told him and hugged him. “I have to be somewhere else right now, I will be home late. I might not make it to dinner, Kiss Mum goodbye for me” I said as I left home waving to my brothers who were focused on the TV set. As I got on the bus heading to the restaurant to meet the stranger I hoped would give me a solution to my financial problems, I thought about how this was my only hope. I prayed silently that my plan actually works. My options were limited and I need money to help my family. Mom’s medicine needs to be bought if the dose she's taking finishes and the house rent. Things are not looking good for me right now.