A Wife for the Billionaire

I have always loved the city. The sights. The buildings. The people. It’s always an entrancing sight, but not so much as the cab sped past them.

The tall buildings that I have to cran my neck to see. The shops with lights like a Christmas tree. The arts on the buildings and streets. The graffiti. The wares displayed over glass panes. The antique stores with souvenirs from the past. The jewels that gleamed in the morning light on glass shelves.

People walking their dogs and cats. Those chatting in front of restaurants and coffee shops. The queue in front of the famous La Doux Bakery and their peculiar smell drifted in the air. Beggars and the homeless asking for alms. Teachers and students running late. Even my favorite game of checking and judging styles and fashion of passersby, felt dull.

My mind was too reeled by hate and anger to care about anything else.

"Why do people think that because they are rich, they are more than human? Like their wealth offers a superpower and a level higher than people like me? And must they always be assholes without a shred of humanity?"

Questions kept charging through my mind. Again and again, building up my rage. I hated Alicia and her daughters. I hated the blond fool I met minutes ago and I hated the man who I once called father, the woman who loved him and I hated life.

It felt like all those anger and rage I had suppressed in the past were now building and rising to the surface.

There are people born with anger issues. Inherently, it’s in them and there are those whose life and experiences turn them into a boiling lava waiting to erupt. And I fear mine was almost about to erupt.

I tasted tears. Salty against my sugary lipstick. Why was I even crying? Why is my life so messed up? Why can’t I ever be happy? Why must life be cruel to me and why can’t people just be people?

"Young lady, are you alright?" The middle aged driver asked.

"Great! Now I have to contend with pity." I muttered.

"What was that?" The man asked, his eyes were kind and the color of the sky on a sunny morning like this.