THE POOR BILLIONAIRE

ther. Rosalie had opened up to Dylan about the mental and verbal abuse she receives from her Mom and elder brother. Dylan advised her about the importance of family and how it’s wise to ma

not deny what I feel for you, I want you to be mine.” He uttered in a shaky voice. Joy immediately engulfed her, she had waited so long to hear him say that. “Yes… Yes, Dylan, you make me so happy, I will be your girlfriend.” Rosalie said with her voice trembling in emotions. With a smile, Dylan pulled Rosalie close as he kissed her passionately. Rosalie felt a rush of happiness running through her veins, it was a beautiful moment she wished would last forever. “I would love to meet your family,” Dylan said as he slowly began to approach the end of his disguise. “That is not a good idea,” Rosalie said with uncertainty. “They are rude and ill-mannered, I’m scared they would embarrass you.” She added. “Don’t conclude yet, babe, what is the worst that can happen?” Dylan said, his eyes laced with determination. “Babe? I love the sound of that from your lips.” She said with excitement glooming all over her face. “Well, if you insist, we can go there this evening. But I haven’t visited ever since I left home.” She said, her voice laced with uncertainty. “Perfect!” He said as he lifted her in excitement. ********** Hours had passed and they were ready to go. Rosalie was unsure, as she had mixed feelings, she knew her mom was a handful and would derive joy in humiliating Dylan because he was poor. Dylan assured her that no matter the outcome, he would accept it in good fate. Approaching Rosalia’s home, Dylan braced himself as he awaited the good and the ugly. Arriving at the house, they were ushered into the home by her mom, she stared at him in disdain associated with unwelcoming expressions. “Are you the man who made her leave home?” Her mom asked as she glared at him in disdain. “Hello Mrs. Weavers, I’m Dylan, Rosalie’s boyfriend.” He said politely, his voice trembling in fear and uncertainty. “Well, we are not certain what your plans are for Rosalie, but she has always chosen the wrong path.” Her mom said in a harsh tone. “I love her, and I care about her.” He replied to Rosalie's mom as he took a deep breath. “Mom, you should ask him what he does, I’m sure he is one of those guys on the street,” Kelvin added. “Love? Love doesn’t bring luxury and comfort to the table, I don't understand why you are talking about love, what do you do?” She asked with enthusiasm. Rosalie was already feeling uneasy and furious because she knew how badly her mom behaved. “I… I’m a Janitor in the high school close to…” “Haha… Janitor? What can you offer my family? Would you clean up our yard as a bonus for loving Rosalie?” She laughed hard as she interrupted him. “This meeting is pointless, I’m out of here!” Kelvin said as he stood up ru