Married To An Old Billonaire, In Love With His Son

Eve's POV

I have never thought that all this would happen very quickly. Fine! I know that I would never be able to choose whatever I want by myself because of the kind of life I'm living - Poor background, wretched condition and I've just been managing to survive... but I didn't know that being not able to make a choice would also affect me to choose who to marry or when.

My father usually say that only a man can decide who he wants to spend the rest of his life with when he's already not the other way round.. but it's definitely not true, we ladies can make decisions too.

Ugh.. sad, sad because someone like me can't decide myself, It's sad because he doesn't even care about my feelings and he thinks whatever he says or whatever action he takes is the best for me whereas, sometimes it's not yet I have no other option than to grant his request.

Despite the circumstances we've found ourselves in, I love my Dad very much, I usually heed to his advice because he has never failed me nor led me astray but this time around, looks like he's intentionally but innocently leading me astray.

My father wants me to marry a freaking old man! Because of money. He is literally selling me off to a rich Old man.

True Money is definitely everything but has it gotten to this stage? Just because we're poor, average I mean.. but we are still poor, I don't want to deny that sad fact.

Dad and I live alone in a old small house... Our environment is almost looking like a codemned village.

Yeah this is part of the reasons he wants me to marry one rich Old man who claims that he is ready to take care of Dad, his health, get him a good house and good occupation for me. An Old man that we don't even know, he literally just bumped into our house one day.

Another sad thing is that, this old man we are talking about is way older than Dad.

I've been trying to fight back my tears but I just couldn't hold it anymore. I let it flow freely down my cheeks.

Geez. Am I really gonna get married to someone who is older than my Dad, Someone who is also old enough to be my grandfather?

I miss those days when my mom was alive, she was such an hardworking woman.. she had a petty but manageable job which she used to support the family. Because of her, I was able to complete high school and we were both working very hard so that there would be enough fund for me to further my education into the College.

Well Dad already had the heart issues, so he only could support her in his own little way not until death took her away.

Assuming mom was alive, i won't be getting married to that shameless old man whose shameless name is Maya, Mr Maya. Whatever.

I haven't accepted to marry him yet but Dad is ready to sell me out most especially when he recieved a tip of $50 dollar from the old man.

Everything's just annoying and frustrating... That I cried my eyes out in my room then ran out of the house that particular day I heard about the marriage stuff.

Janet, my bossom friend lives few distance away from my house. Her house is an exact opposite of where I live, I guess where she stays is a what we should refer to as a comfort zone while where I live, is just a roof to lay my head under.