The Billionaire’s Love

The Billionaire’s Love

Salma never imagined that her simple life would one day turn into a fairy tale. She was just an ordinary girl, living in a modest neighborhood, focused on her studies and her faith. She had always believed that love was something that found a person when the time was right—but never in her wildest dreams did she expect that love to come in the form of a billionaire.

She first met Khalid Al-Fayez on a rainy evening when she was hurrying home from the bookstore. Khalid, the young, successful businessman who had built a financial empire, had been driving through the city when his car suddenly broke down. He stepped out, frustration evident on his face, just as Salma passed by.

“Excuse me, miss,” he called out. “Do you know where I can find a mechanic nearby?”

Salma hesitated for a moment. She had never been one to talk to strangers, especially men, but seeing the sincerity in his eyes, she nodded. “There’s a repair shop two streets away. I can show you.”

Khalid was taken aback by her kindness. He had been surrounded by people who only cared about his wealth, yet here was this girl, simple in her dress, graceful in her manners, and completely unaware of who he was. He followed her as she led him to the mechanic, watching her every move.

He was intrigued.

For the first time in years, Khalid found himself thinking about someone in a way he never had before. He couldn’t get Salma out of his mind. Her simplicity, her warmth—it was refreshing in a world where he was constantly surrounded by wealth and luxury.

Days passed, and Khalid found himself visiting the bookstore where she worked part-time. At first, Salma thought it was a coincidence, but soon, she noticed how his eyes always sought her out, how he asked for book recommendations just to talk to her.

“You seem to love books,” she commented one day as she handed him a novel.

“I do now,” he replied with a small smile, and Salma felt a strange flutter in her heart.

Little did she know, Khalid had already made up his mind—he wanted to marry her.

One evening, he approached her with a nervousness he had never felt before. “Salma,” he said, his voice steady but gentle, “I want to speak to your father.”

Salma’s eyes widened in shock. “Why?”

Khalid smiled. “Because I want to ask for your hand in marriage.”

Salma was speechless. She had always thought love was something that would come gradually, not something that would sweep into her life so suddenly. But looking at Khalid, she saw sincerity, respect, and admiration. He was not just a billionaire—he was a man who had fallen in love with her, not for her looks or status, but for who she was.

After much thought and prayer, Salma agreed. Their marriage was simple, as she had always dreamed. Though Khalid was wealthy beyond imagination, he respected her wishes to keep things modest.

After their wedding, Salma’s life changed in ways she never expected. She found herself in a world of luxury, but she never let it change her. And Khalid? He remained as in love with her as ever, treating her with kindness and always reminding her that she was the best decision he had ever made.

Whenever people asked him why he, a billionaire, had chosen a simple girl like Salma, he would always smile and say, “Because wealth means nothing if the heart is empty. And Salma? She is the richest blessing in my life.”