THE POOR BILLIONAIREE

salie’s voice trembled at the sight of her brother. “Who bailed you out of jail?” She asked with concerns written all over her face. “What do you care? If you cared enough, you would have bailed me

ssor of Theodore’s Empire. He had been disappointed by different ladies all around the world. They never loved him genuinely, but rather because of what they stood to gain. For some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about the lady he almost knocked down. He wanted to meet her again, but not as Theodore Dylan. He wanted to be just Dylan, to know how people would treat him as an average man. Furthermore, he planned to disguise himself and conceal his real identity to avoid preferential treatment from men and women. But most importantly, he was seeking Rosalie, the girl he almost knocked down. Transitioning into an average man wasn’t as easy as it sounds, but he knew it would lead him to find genuine love, so he could finally have company. He was 35 years old already and needed to settle down, so he can as well produce grandkids for his mom. After some days of planning, he ventured into the world of the average citizen of San Francisco, driven by just one goal, which was to find true love. Dylan got an apartment and settled in nicely, he immediately got a job as a janitor in a high school. He realized no one gave him attention, everyone was all about their businesses, he could finally breathe in fresh air as he walked through the bustling city unnoticed. ********** One night in a mall in San Francisco, he went to get some personal items when their path crossed coincidentally. Unaware of his identity, their eyes locked in momentarily, and his heart rate increased, he couldn’t believe it was Rosalie. He was in shock and got lost in his gaze, she gave a fainted smile as she walked past him. Dylan’s adrenaline spiked up, and he immediately knew there was something special about this beautiful, calm lady. He halted, as he watched her disappear into the crowd in the mall, he needed to start up a conversation immediately but for some reason, he didn’t know how to go about it. Wooing a lady has never been an issue for Dylan, but he found himself rehearsing his lines in his head. “Get a hold of yourself, Dylan!” He muttered to himself