My mother had me get married for financial gain

Because my mother wants her money, I'm now forced to put up with this terrible man molesting me. This is my love tale, and my name is Elena. He owns a chain of fast-food restaurants, did I mention that? Anything is possible for a woman who is married to a wealthy and "handsome" man like him. However, I refuse to wed him. I don't require his funds."Jesus, Mom, he's groping me right in front of you!"

"Get used to it," she advises, adding that a woman should make an effort to attract the man who will cover her costs. Let me tell you, Zain: Elena is an excellent housekeeper. No need to worry, my love. You won't get hurt by your dad.

She yells, "How dare you!" at me. Is it better to remind you to be polite or to apologize to Zain right away? What do you think your destination is? Go back here."

With tears clouding my vision, I strolled along the street, thinking, "If my own mother doesn't love me, then who could?" Perhaps filthy Ben is correct. Someone like me wouldn't win the heart of a respectable man. A broke girl with a dark, tired soul—who would want one?

All I wanted was hot coffee to cheer myself up. However, I unintentionally ran into someone before I even made it to the café.

"Sorry!" I stumbled.

"Hey, hey, don't be concerned. ""At least, can I get you a cup of coffee?" He said.? he said.

"A coffee-filled paper cup? Do I come across as someone who drinks cheap coffee out of a paper cup?

He chuckled. ""No, it seems like you're a blatant gold digger.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?!"

The day wasn't finished trying for me, so I rushed off in rage. During my shift, I worked to assist Freddy, a homeless man in the area, in getting back on his feet. Even though the coffee shop was packed, I was still affected by what had happened earlier. I returned to the street after work in an attempt to regain my breath. And there he was once more, the previous person.

"I think it was a little difficult for you today," he said.. "Look, I have a thought. What if, on Christmas, we invite the homeless to the café? It would be pleasant if we could prepare meals together. I've prepared a large amount of food in the kitchen. Even some mulled wine could be made.

I paused. I felt like I couldn't say no to him for some reason. "Okay," I murmured, somewhat reluctantly.

I arrived at the café's rear door the following day, even pretending to make a phone call to get away from my controlling mother. The man was waiting for me already.

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"You made it," he grinned.

I soon discovered that he was completely inexperienced as soon as we began cooking. I tried not to giggle as I said, "Well, it looks like I'll be teaching you how to cook."

We were in the kitchen together for hours. As our hands touched, I couldn't help but feel something whenever I demonstrated how to whisk the icing or knead the dough.

Even though he didn't tell me anything about himself, three days went by in like manner, and at the conclusion, I felt as though I had known him for ages. I was surrounded by a man who didn't treat me like a possession for the first time in my life.

However, he suddenly planted a kiss on me.

I immediately retreated. I declared with firmness, "I don't like being kissed without my consent." "If we only kiss, then I'm simply another woman in your eyes. I'm not a girl like that. Men I hardly know don't make me fall in love."

He didn't say anything, but he appeared hurt. There were no calls or messages for three days after that, until one day a box arrived at my door. There was a cake inside, sufficiently scorched for me to identify its maker. "I'm not very good at cooking, but perhaps you could pardon me," the message that was attached said. I shall wait for you.

His name, however, was the most crucial information on the note's reverse side.

I was ready to head out to meet him when my mother rushed in and pulled Ben along with her. "Grace, look at him. Do you believe that Ben can provide you the life that this barista next door can? Exotic holidays, fancy apartments? Or would you be content to survive on chicken nuggets?

No, I didn't want that life, I realized as I glanced at Ben.

I encountered the man from the café later that evening. I could never have guessed how beautifully he had prepared the Christmas supper for the homeless.

"I apologize for my anger," I said. "I apologize for my absence. Is there anything that I can do to compensate you?

After giving me a glance, he continued, "Stay with me... for the rest of my life."

I still knew very little about him at the time. In a way, he felt like home even though he was still a stranger in many respects.

"Wait," I said, "how did you arrange everything? Where was the source of all the food?

He grinned. "Along with this café, I also own fifteen others in the area.."."

Stunned, I stood there. For the first time in my life, I realized that sometimes love isn't about knowing every detail, even if I didn't know everything about him. It sometimes comes down to how you feel around them.