Behind the Billionaire's Mask

and and the shopkeeper was busy inspecting the shoes. She hoped for a routine h

eyes. "They are too damaged," she r

to avoid scratches. How could they be so damaged? She glanced at the worn-out soles, and the scuffed leather, and f

and tear, yes," she said disdainfull

she could why would she buy a rental dress but re

n you afford it?" Her gaze lingered on Emily's simple attire and wore

wood and fresh rain. She turned, and there stood Alex, her husband, he stepped forward, placing a protective hand on Emily's waist. "These

red-bottomed, limited edition, and worth freaking $5k

"Limited edition," she scoffed

directly into the shopkeeper's, h

t's insane. We can't possib

ere gonna buy that pair of shoes. "Sit down, bot

a. How could she even c

size, ma'am?" the

a seven," he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the wor

explained himself, winking

ese kinds

em delicately on a velvet cushion. "Please try the

ly stepped into the new pair. They fit like

to reality. "Are you going to watch," h

there's a problem," he warne

Al

ied to s

hopkeeper knelt down a

a glove" Alex declared, taking o

AK!

was

nt. Both remained silent but deep down Emily was

wineglass. She hesitated, then continued, "Look, I know you do

s shot up. "What made you think that?" he asked, lea

d. "People say things-about you. That you can't hold a job, that you hang out w

eems like you believe them also", A

er earlier, "I don't mean to say it like that I don't care what people

lined up," Emily announced,

you'll support us?" Alex

is is your house, our home. I have to pit

phone rang- she received a

ing wrong?

ing," Emil

knew there was something wrong but