The Billionaire's Wish

“I NEED to get away. Please... I have to do this or else I will be miserable for the rest of my life.”

“Sometimes you have to sacrifice for the sake of your family. I love you, you are my daughter. You deserve a good life but we can no longer provide you with that.”

“Mother, there will be another way. I will do anything for our family, but please... not this!”

“I’m sorry. Your father and I already agreed on this. The wedding is on tomorrow evening. That is final.”

She left my room and I felt desolation and fear. Fear of not knowing how to overcome this struggle. I am on my own.

Remembering my last conversation with my mother two nights ago. The mother who raised me for 21 years and taught me the meaning of life and love. I felt pain and tears threatened to fall.

There are things that money can buy, but not my happiness. I can come up with a solution to our problem. I must. I need to. Oh God, please I desperately need your intervention right now.

As I ponder on this, I heard a loud boom. The building shook. I heard a loud shriek from the kitchen of the cafe I was in.

I quickly got out of the cafe. I was running when I felt the air left my lungs and a strong force propelled me into the air, towards something hard and muscular.

“What the fuck!”

I heard the sultry voice of the person who caught me and steadied me, before blackness engulfed me.

Lance

“WHAT the fuck!”

Something or rather someone was thrown into me. I almost got out of balance, thank goodness for my athletic stance, I was able to catch her without falling.

A loud explosion, the noise reverberated over the town as efficiently as a thunder clap and by now the police department's finest would be on their way, siren's blazing.

I had no time to search for the cause of the explosion. I felt her went limp.

“Miss! Wake up! We must go somewhere safe! Oh crap! I don't need this now!”

Seeing that she was knocked out, I carried her bridal style and proceeded to search for cover.

By then, debris was falling out from the building of the café where I was supposed to meet a client. Smoke started to show. So, I ran away with her in my arms.