Sold to the Millionaire
- Genre: Romance
- Age: 18+
- Status: Ongoing
- Language: English
- Author: Aml Fayez
Lily and Sarah’s small apartment was filled with the sounds and smells of their daily lives. The walls were thin, and the floors creaked with every step. Outside, the sounds of the city buzzed like a swarm of bees, with car horns blaring and people shouting in the distance. The air was thick with the smell of cooking oil and cheap cleaning products mixed with the faint aroma of Sarah’s sketching pencils. Lily could taste the stale coffee in the air, and the scratchy fabric of the worn couch felt rough against her skin.
As Lily and Sarah sat together at the kitchen table, the smell of stale coffee mingled with the scent of Sarah’s sketching pencils. Lily could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator and the occasional car honk from the street outside. She felt the rough texture of the chair beneath her and the coolness of the metal table against her arms.
Despite the small space and the challenges they faced, Lily was grateful for the comfort of home and the love she shared with her sister. She knew that they would face more struggles in the future, but for now, they had each other, and that was enough.
Lily Evans was making her way home from a long shift at the diner where she worked when she heard footsteps behind her. She turned around to see a group of men approaching her, leering and catcalling. Lily, petite with long, wavy blonde hair, green eyes, and a captivating smile, quickened her pace, hoping to get away from them, but they followed her, closing in.
Just as Lily was about to scream for help, a man appeared out of nowhere and stepped between her and the group of men. He was tall and had dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He exuded an air of confidence and strength.
The group of men hesitated, sizing up the newcomer, but then they backed off and disappeared into the night. Lily was grateful and relieved but also a little wary of the stranger who had saved her. She thanked him and tried to leave, but he stopped her with a gentle hand on her arm.
“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice deep and soothing.
Lily nodded, still a little shaken. “Yes, thank you. I’m fine.”
The man introduced himself as Alexander Harrington, a successful businessman who had been out for a late-night stroll. Lily introduced herself in turn, and they talked for a few more minutes, with Alexander asking about her and her life.
Lily, kind, empathetic, and resilient, with a hidden strength and intelligence that surprises others, was surprised at how easy it was to talk to him and how much he seemed to genuinely care about her well-being. As they parted ways, Alexander gave Lily his card and told her to call him if she ever needed anything.
Lily was touched by his kindness and generosity but also a little confused. Why would a wealthy and successful man like Alexander be interested in helping someone like her? She tucked his card into her pocket and continued on her way home, her mind racing with questions.
When she reached the small, one-bedroom apartment she shared with her younger sister, she found her sister waiting for her at the kitchen table. Sarah, similar to Lily with light brown hair and a more youthful demeanor, had a sketchpad and pencils out, lost in her own world of creativity. Sarah was loyal, enthusiastic, and naïve, always looking on the bright side of things.
The apartment was small, but it was their home. The walls were thin, and the floors creaked with every step. The air was thick with the smell of cooking oil and cheap cleaning products. The living room was small and sparsely furnished, with a worn couch that felt scratchy against Lily’s skin and a coffee table with chipped edges that caught on her clothes. A small TV sat in the corner, and a few books were stacked on a shelf, their pages yellowed and musty. The walls were painted a pale blue, and a few family photos hung on the wall, their frames slightly crooked.
The kitchen was even smaller, with just enough room for a table and two chairs. The appliances were old and outdated, but they still worked. The sink was chipped and stained, but Lily had cleaned it as best she could. The smell of stale coffee lingered in the air, mixed with the faint aroma of Sarah’s sketching pencils.
As they sat together at the kitchen table, the smell of stale coffee mingled with the scent of Sarah’s sketching pencils. Lily couldn’t help but think about Alexander and their chance encounter. It was a strange and unexpected start to what would become an even stranger and more unexpected journey.
“Hey, Lily,” Sarah said, looking up from her sketchpad. “How was work?”
Lily sat down at the table and sighed. “Another long night. I’m just glad to be home.”
Sarah nodded sympathetically, knowing how hard Lily worked every day to provide for them. Despite their financial struggles, Sarah and Lily remained optimistic and determined to build a better life for themselves. They were both hardworking and resourceful, and they supported each other through difficult times.
“I got a job at the coffee shop down the street,” Sarah said, her eyes lighting up. “It’s not a lot, but it’s a start.”
Lily smiled at her sister’s enthusiasm. “That’s great, Sarah. I’m proud of you.”
Sarah shrugged. “It’s just a job. But maybe someday I can save up enough to go to art school.”
Lily knew how much Sarah’s dream meant to her, and how hard she was willing to work to make it happen. She also knew that it would take a lot of money to pay for art school, and they were barely making enough to pay the rent and buy food.
“I’m not sure how we’re going to afford art school,” Lily said, worried.
Sarah sighed. “I know. But I have to try. I can’t give up on my dream.”
Lily nodded, understanding. “I know you won’t. And I’ll do everything I can to help you.”
Sarah smiled, grateful for her sister’s support. “I know you will. We’ll figure it out together.”
As they chatted, Lily felt more at ease. She was grateful for the comfort of home and the love she shared with her sister. Despite their struggles, they had each other, and that was enough for now. But Lily couldn’t help but wonder what would happen next.
Just then, Lily remembered the card that Alexander had given her. She pulled it out of her pocket and looked at it, wondering if she should call him. She had never been one to ask for help or rely on anyone else, but something about Alexander made her feel like she could trust him.
Sarah noticed the card in Lily’s hand. “What’s that?”
Lily hesitated, then handed the card to Sarah. “It’s from a man I met tonight. He saved me from some guys who were bothering me.”
Sarah looked at the card and raised an eyebrow. “Alexander Harrington? Who is he?”
Lily shrugged. “I don’t know. He said he was a businessman. He seemed nice, but I don’t know if I should call him.”
Sarah took the card and examined it. “Well, he did save you. Maybe he just wants to help.”
Lily nodded, still unsure. “Maybe. But why would someone like him be interested in helping someone like me?”
Sarah smiled. “Maybe because you’re kind and beautiful, and he saw something special in you.”
Lily blushed at her sister’s words, feeling a strange mix of flattery and embarrassment. She took the card back from Sarah and put it in her pocket. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll think about it.”
Sarah nodded, then went back to her sketchpad. Lily sat there, lost in thought, wondering what the future held. Should she call Alexander? Would he really be able to help them? And what other surprises and challenges lay ahead? Only time will tell.
As they sat there, the sounds and smells of their daily lives swirling around them, Lily and Sarah felt a sense of hope and determination.