Billionaires daughter

CHAPTER ONE The sun had barely set when Mr Sam came back home from work. He had been very busy through the week. He was tired and exhausted, dragging his feet along the tired floor of the varander, he paused at the doorway upon hearing the voices of his children, identical in their laughter and wide eyed excitement “Daddy daddy daddy” his triplets-his pride, his joy, his miracle. The three girls who were ten years old chorused running into his arms with energy only children could possess. Their tiny hands wrapped around his waist and neck almost falling him. As tired as Sam was, seeing his children brought so much energy. His lips curved with wide smile like a child. “You missed us, daddy? One asked. “Did you buy pizza for us? The other asked. “How are you daddy?” The last one asked. He stood there just smiling and rubbing his hands through their hair, he reached for his bag and brought out a pack of pizza, I missed you guys more than you can imagine, he said with a deep breath kissing them on their cheeks. Daddy is doing very well honey, he said turning to his last girl and hugging her like she would disappear if he let go. Mr Sam was a man whose presence commanded attention even in a crowd. He is six feet tall, broad shouldered and bearded with skin light in complexion and a serious face, he doesn’t smile. He carried himself like a man born to build, he hadn’t built much. Building was more difficult than he thought. An entrepreneur, he owned a tomato processing company, the simple business idea he had since his university days, the company was not doing as much as he thought it would. It felt like his dreams were not valid enough. There were times he thought of just doing something else since his dream wasn’t coming together but every time he had that thought, he remembered the vision behind his dream. Ambition has been his companion since boyhood, giving up was not an option, he was fearless. As a teenager, his teachers spoke of him with admiration, his classmates envied him for his sharp mind, very intelligent and focused. He was always first in his class. He eventually graduated with a first class degree in civil engineering after years of hardwork. But knowledge alone was not enough, he dream was bigger, he wanted independence and a business that would change lives. Dreams however, required more than an idea and brain work, it required money and money then was a stranger to him as he was from a very poor background, he struggled to train himself through school. Sam worked wherever he could, tutoring, hauling bricks, doing petty jobs—anything to gather the crumbs that might one day fund his vision. One of those evenings when it felt like the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders, when he could no longer see what the future holds. He wandered into a small restaurant not so far from his house. He was restless and had no money. He didn’t go to eat, he couldn’t afford it. He went there to let out the heavy weight on his chest and to release all the stress, a bit of fresh hair. Seated by the window, he gazed through the glass window watching the street outside, every moving vehicle, hawkers, shop owners trying to untangle his thoughts. The aroma of roasted plantain and grilled fish drifted through the air reminding him of his hunger. “Seems you have a lot on your mind, mind if I join you?” The voice startled him bringing him back from his thoughts. He turned and was speechless for a moment. There she was, unlike any woman he had ever seen. She was tall, five foot seven, with skin so dark and radiant it seemed to capture the glow of the settling of the sun, her long black hair danced freely in the breeze that slipped through the door refusing to stay still. Her smile was warm, charming, the kind that could pierce through any armor might wear. “Someone can’t seem to take his eyes off me” she teased pulling him back from his daze “I—I am sorry” he stammered blinking rapidly as if waking from dream. She chuckled softly tilting her head. “Don’t be it happens more often than you’d think” “Off course you can sit” he said quickly, his lips curling into a smirk as he stood and pulled out a chair for her. “I’m alone after all “ “Thank you” she said smoothing down the hem of her dress as she sat gracefully. “I like to think conversations are better shared than left to the noise in our heads” Sam managed a small laugh “noise in the head huh—that describes me perfectly these days “ “Oh?” She learned forward resting her chin gently on her palm “what could be troubling such a serious looking man” Sam hesitated for a moment. It was not his to share his struggles with strangers but something about her calm presence nudged him to speak up. “Life,” he said finally “ or maybe it’s ambition, I have big dreams but it seems like I’m not doing enough to make them come through. There’s nearly not enough resources to sponsor them, it feels like I’m running in a circle some days” Her eyes softened though they sparkled with curiosity “and what are those dreams?” He studied her face half expecting mockery but saw none. “A company, something would last. Something built from scratch, I’ve been working on it since my university days—-tomatoes actually. Processing, packaging, making something that feeds people and creates jobs." She blinked, then smiled in surprise. "Tomatoes? That's... refreshing. Most men I meet talk about cars, oil, politics, or money. You? You're talking about feeding people." Sam shrugged, a little embarrassed. "I suppose everyone eats. Why not build around that?" They both laughed and paused for a moment, comfortable and unhurried. she reached for the menu on the table and slid it towards him. “You have not ordered anything, would you?” He shook his head trying not to look guilty. “Then let me” she said simply, signaling the waiter. “I don’t like eating alone and besides I believe dreamers shouldn’t go hungry. They need strength to build” she said as she chuckled. He wanted to protest out of pride at the thought of her paying for his food but the kindness in her tone silenced him. “You don’t even know my name” he said quietly She smiled softly, “Then maybe you should tell me” "Samuel," he replied. "But everyone calls me Sam." "Sam." She repeated it as though testing its weight. "Nice to meet you. I'm Ada." She found herself smiling, really smiling, in a way she hadn't in a long time. This man was nothing like the polished heirs her father paraded before her. He wasn't trying to impress her with status or wealth, he was not arrogant or proud. He was simply himself-raw, determined, and unashamed of his struggle. While waiting for their order, they had conversations and laughter that surprised him with ease. The conversation stretched longer than he expected, and for a moment he forgot his struggles and laughed genuinely.