“Father! Father! Father!” Sarah clamored at the tops of her voice as she advanced into the ward.Greg Canon wondered what could be responsible for her happiness and right now his heart lit up with anxiety as he expected her to walk into the ward with good news of their one trillion dollars debt being sorted out.That was the only news he wanted at the time and he looked forward to the fulfillment of the promise which his daughter told him, “You don’t worry father about the one trillion. I will charm the world richest man to pay off our debt.”Once the door creaked and opened Sarah approached him with a warm hug, “ Guess what a father.” she shook her head in the negative once he made a face, “No, no father I am not going to accept that. You are going to guess this time around. You must say something.” She insisted with a firm nod.Greg tossed his head this way and that way as his face was consumed with smiles and unwavering joy, “Come on daughter, you know I am not good at guessing.

“It is indeed a privilege to share a moment with you in your private jet, the world richest man,” Sarah stared around the exquisite interior of my jet and couldn’t stop blushing at my dull, fallen countenance. She raised her flute of wine and mumbled, “Cheers.” Her gaze was still locked at me. “You don’t seem to be happy after a moment with your fan.”I forced a smile as I kept rehearsing how to bring about my vengeance on her. If only Sarah would know that this Croesus smiling at her was planning her downfall, she wouldn’t dare get acquainted with me . But as for vengeance on her, my mind was made up and there was no stopping me now. I raised a flute, poured a fresh wine and gave her a flute,“Tell me about your rising. You don’t seem as one that has ever suffered. But some hours ago after chilling with your fan you made a comment which sounded as though you have been a broke ass…” she queried yet further, “May I know about the man in my life.”I kept at my smile and gazed down at

“Uh! Uh! Wow! This is T and C diamond engagement ring, Sarah! You are made! What an engagement!” Isabel, one of Sarah’s friends eulogized her, and couldn’t take off her gaze from the ring.Earlier the next day Sarah had phoned all her pals and informed them about the recent romance between us and my intention to make her my wife. All her female friends were virtually my admirers and fans, so literally they doubted her information and never for once believed she was dating me let alone about to be married.In order to clear their assertions, the host of her friends paid her a visit just to see for themselves. The entire mansion soon became noisy and almost crowded as they eulogized Sarah’s life time fortune for winning my heart.Mable, one of her pals, held her fingers and stroked the diamond ring, “This is absolutely incredible, Sarah. When you phoned me to inform me about your engagement to the world richest man I thought you were bluffing . Who would have even believed you either

“Mike darling, what is happening? What order did you give to your security concerning me? I have been around yet they wouldn’t let me into your office. I thought they were bluffing not until I saw my photo which you gave them for the purpose of recognizing men and stopping me…” she said coldly taking each word with the caution that it was deserved.I stood at the door staring at her with disdain hanging in my eyes and all that she did to me as a pauper replayed in my head, my lips trembled within my jaw and I fought back words that could make me curse her in a furious manner.Seeing that I wasn’t going to utter a word she pled pitiably, “Please you must order these men out of my way now. We have got a wedding to plan.” She raised her finger with the diamond ring as though to remind me of where we started and what we were supposed to be doing now. “I have chosen the best wedding gown for me. It is worth one million dollars…” she intoned gently and pressed her lips when I shot a frown a

My convoy of Ferrari, Lamborghini and Rolls Royce were zooming to the airport where I would join the rest of my executives for the annual oil budget planning summit in New York. Although I wasn’t lagging behind in time yet I wanted to be in New York on time just to set the pace as the world richest man; a reputable icon loved all over the world.Almost skidding into the airport where my gold-plated private jet was parked, my convoy came to an abrupt halt once a figure was sighted standing in the middle of the road, arms folded and hostile face shooting through, the figure seemed familiar when I stared at her through my sunshades.“Boss that is Sarah Canon,” Zion brought it to my attention and glared at me,” I believe she wants to have a word with you over your true identity which you revealed to her. Should we drive by or do you want to spell Christmas on her ass?” Zion demanded calmly yet hilariously, with his hands on the door about to open for me.I snorted, molded my lips in fury