Chasing Dreams And Billionaire Desires

“Bella, my dear, you won't be going to the fashion academy this year. You know how it's been financially for us since my business crumbled. We cannot afford that luxury now. I want you to know that I….” “Luxury? No, no, no dad! I've waited for two years for this opportunity to slip away again! You promised that this year would be better, and you know my undying passion for fashion and how I long to see my creative ideas come through by advancing in my skills. " I can't miss this Dad, she shuttered… I can't.” Bella said as she ran to her room with heavy tears dropping her cheeks. “What would become of my dreams? Dad's business has crumbled even more. How can I afford five hundred thousand dollars for my tuition at Bill White's Fashion Academy? I've been shortlisted and this is the last edition that will ever hold until the next five years. "I can't wait that long.” Bella wailed even more as she laid on her bed and these thoughts kept popping into her head. There has to be a way out! She exclaimed as she reached out for her pillow to continue crying. “Bella, Bella, wake up already, lazy Brat.” A voice yelled from the sitting room towards Bella's room. “Don't you know you should be looking for money, as responsible kids your age would do? "Would the bills pay for themselves?” Mrs. Williams yelled as she walked towards Bella's room. “Oh my God! " Not today!” Bella said with a sleepy voice as she wasn't ready to let go of her soft duvet. “Bella! If I get any inch close to you, your lunch would go for it. " You have fifteen minutes to get down here.” Familiar with that voice and attitude, Bella immediately made her bed and washed off the amount of sleep she could still have enjoyed, fantasizing about Bill White's Fashion Academy. “Hello Stepmom, uhm… I mean Mother, I'm ready to go out for the greener pastures you've always advised.” Mrs. Williams was stunned at the type of energy Bella woke up with as she expected that she was supposed to be depressed and hopeless as regards the news her father had told her last night. “This spoiled thing! You just wouldn't give up! You won't go to that academy; I would rather die than see you rise before my daughter. Rubbish!” Mrs. Williams said to herself as she watched Bella walk past the door. “You're late”, said a boldly angry lady from behind. “Forgive me, Madame Theresa, I had a little …” “Cut me some slack little girl,” Madam Theresa cuts in, “What do you think we do here? Play? This is an iconic fashion store, Bella! We aim to sell top fashion brands shortly. You begged me to enroll you so you could gain work experience and help out with little tasks here, but what have you been doing, idling around? "No apprentice of mine dictates the time here… I am in charge!” The hostility in her voice made other workers tremble and there was utter silence throughout the building. Everyone already knows who Madam Theresa is and how dangerous she can be if a tiny button gets misplaced or mishandled. “I apologize, Madam, not a second late from tomorrow, please.” Bella shivered to utter those words, being sore and afraid. “Oh no, there won't be any here tomorrow for you. Take your things and get out of my store!” “Please madam Theresa, I beg you for whatever you hold so dear… Don't take this job from me, it's my only hope and means of survival. " My stepmom will kill me, please.” “You should have thought of that earlier! "What?” “It was just for a second. " I'm sorry, please.” “I don't care! Get out!” Bella's world crumbled as she walked down the busy streets of Washington. Her thoughts were clouded by how she could raise funds for her undying passion to go to Bill White's Fashion Academy now that her only means of income was gone. What would she tell her stepmom who doesn't like her? Who would take care of her needs seeing that her father's business had sunk? Could this be the end of her dream? Her thoughts got deeper and tears flowed down her eyes. Lost in thoughts, Bella did not pay attention to her environment. She did not even hear the horn of the cars in front of her or the noise of concerned passersby behind her. Suddenly, it was all blackout. Bella had been knocked down by a car. “Are you alright?” the driver hurriedly alighted the car to go check on Bella. While he was trying to see if Bella was badly injured, a fair, tall, young man with curly dark hair and smooth skin in a black Italian suit alight to salvage the situation. “What's happening here?” he said with a deep masculine and kind tone. At that moment, Bella was trying to check if she was hurt. The shock of how snappy the accident had made her lose consciousness for a few minutes. As she tried to raise her head to see who spoke, she was stunned. Oh my goodness! Is this an angel or a human? She said within her. Uhhm, she came back to her senses. I'm fine, I just need to get my handbag on my way. I'm so sorry for being absent-minded. As she tried to reach out for her bag which was beside the left wheel, close to the handsome young man, he also tried to help, and both hands touched each other with fixed eye contact. At this point, shivers ran down Bella's spine and her feet got wet as she got excited about this strange feeling she had for this cute guy, but also wondered what this billionaire would want to do with her. With this thought, all her fantasies disappeared immediately. “I'm good now. Thank you so much as she picked up the bag and left.” The young man stood there for a minute and stared at the young damsel until she was no longer in sight. " Let's go," he said to his driver, and entered the car and they zoomed off.