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" Billionaires are heartbreakers," Franca told Helena and she made herself clear.
"I do not love him because of money," she said.
Franca laughed hysterically like one who heard a lie from the pit of hell.
Helena looked hard at the mirror: Everywhere, Helena unperturbed by her laughter, perused her face in her small-sized mirror mumbling what rumor-mongers say: Is she a human being? This girl?
A graduate of political science since 2020 and had been working as a political analyst for a local newspaper
Journalists claim to be poor but she has good reason to be poor.
Her father was late, leaving for her and a sibling, a bedridden mother.
They flagged down a cab. Franca drives a car but did not come by her car.
The cab headed to The Cottage.
"Hey. Come quick!" Helena hurried Franca as they came down.
Not minding her hastiness," Come and help me.", Franca called her.
She came, muffled a smirk about how she was doing the makeup, and helped her stretch down her dress where it rumpled at her back.
"How am I?" Franca asked.
"Glam...like you are increasing in weight?" said, Helena.
"What rubbish!" Franca, saying that, murmured " Most beautiful mermai--" She paused her tongue. Yet, they were best of friends.
They went into The Cottage.
Mrs. Peters beckoned her aside."Thank you that you come" she whispered to her. "Go and meet him, go!" she stampeded Helena.
She had marketed her yesterday and billionaire Alfred saw her and nicknamed her 'Angel from heaven.'
" Ma, I don't want billionaires and their baby mamas' stories. I told you yesterday. "
"Ohh!" Mrs. Peters stamped her feet here and there. Don't let us miss this money! He's golden-hearted."
" But if it is marriage level, fine! He must be God-fearing." Helena repeated what she told her: For marriage, a gentle and God-fearing person.
She repeated what she told her yesterday.
She is the owner of the Cottage: An ex-celebrity chef, Now makes her living through pimping.
Seeing Helena's adamancy, she told her, " Okay, wait."
She ran up and billionaire Alfred came down to the waiting place. He saw the Angel from Heaven. " You don't love me?" he asked, now close to the object of his affection.
The aura of the Angel permeated into his heart.
He vowed." This is the first time in life!" he said in his heart, admiring Helena's enchanting eyes that change colors. Sometimes, blueish, sometimes like distant Jupiter in the sky when she stares. But are classified as hazel eyes.
" Not that I don't love you." Helena cleared that point.
"Okay, why do you love me?"
Helena was like, she is about to toast a man? Because telling him I love you because of one thing or the other means toasting.
"Billionaire Alfred saved the situation.
"You will find a reason to love me," he said and placed a palm on her shoulder to follow her.
She gaped her mouth.
"Follow him nah." Mrs. Peter persuaded her with a roll of her eyes.
The Bugatti moved away with two of them in the front and Franca in the rear.
A car ride that led to a declaration of war, the great war between her and herself. Would she remain Helena? Would she surrender and beat the retreat from her goal in life? Married to a God-fearing man?
The Bugatti came to an address and paused, a gate rolled to one side and it nosed in and the gate rolled back.
A massive mansion like it stood to welcome them, spread itself wide.
Billionaire Alfred ushered the two girls into its hollow from downstairs into the sitting room. A Majestic one!
He wanted Helena. He wanted her by all means. They are fated. He never goes out, and whenever he does, anything that happens to him, good or bad, is fate.
The butler gave them their requests. He went up and came down.
He gifted her a Philippe Patek in her palm. It has a blue dial and uses the renowned caliber 26-330 Sc.
He felt it would fit her. Money? He will lavish it on her.
"How do you see him?" asked Helena on their way out.
"You said it's not because of money." Franca said," Then, why ask?" she asked Helena.
"Is it wrong to verify?" she said
"Well, he seems good."Franca acquiesced, "Though, am equally afraid of Billionaires." she said.
Recently, there has been an influx of billionaires into Johannesburg and people said they are lavishing money and making many women baby mamas.
Is he one? Why is he single?
" I will find out. If he could tell me the truth, and it happens he has no wife, secret wife, and baby and we say " I do", Helena!"
She murmured about her intoxication at home. Still murmuring it in the office, typing.
A lot to type and beat the deadline or the editor will devour her.
Since she started writing as a political analyst for the VOICE, her column has been like a hot cake, and she has said on and on that after the 5th anniversary, she will look for work elsewhere.
Thank God, she has awards to prepare her resume.
She did not forget that Alfred called her at home and that he would like to see her.
She has no problem with that. It will enable her to at least, know him.
A guy like this cannot show so much interest in you and you ignore him.
She has learned her lesson but will never marry who is not Godfearing.
"So, Helena, even if will do anything with him," she cautioned herself in advance because anything could happen who knows, he must be Godfearing, no excuse."
He called her. She panicked. She panicked because, If they started dating, it may jeopardize her marriage with Ruud.
She picked up the call and fidgeted in between the picking and response.
"Sir, I am so busy, is it good to reschedule it?" she asked, afraid of the answer.
"I will wait here even till tomorrow," said Billionaire Alfred.
"Oh. He's already here?"
She has no excuse then. She looked at her dress and her fitness.
In the morning, it rained. And now, the cloud is gathering again.
She saw the intensity through the vertical blind of the window.
She got up and re-examined herself.
She has an armless sky blue turtleneck clad over with a dark jeans jacket and her pair of trousers was the color of the top.
She whispered to herself 'Fine girl no money'.
She shook her head. Her mom wants a grandchild before she dies and Ruud is there keeping her at the fork of the road.
Sharp five pm local time, she panicked again. She did not so much like going out with Alfred The coming together was sudden.
Between her and Ruud there is something and she is not a careless fiancee.
She came down and it was easy to locate him. The Rolls in the premises could be by no other person. After about four years working here, she has not seen a Rolls come into the premises.
It was him. He drove to his home, beautiful and secure.
Only a few girls like Helena would not mind what happens from now, on.
But will she keep to her choice of a husband?
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