Chapter 1

Helena's POV

"Please hold I'm coming, I will be right there; please tell them to wait I'll be there in a...oops!" I exclaimed as I fell to the ground after bumping into someone and spilled the paper cup of coffee I was holding on him and he pushed me to the floor.

"Hey you worthless dog! How dare you! Are you blind?!" Charles Donald, a 6 feet 3 build and handsome man bawled dusting his suit. I've read this man in many magazines and I've heard a lot about him, he's famous for being one of the richest bachelors in New York; but I never knew he was like this, a rude and arrogant guy. I'm ready to give it to him now since he asked for it.

"Hey you buddy, you are the worthless one here. You got your eyes up while walking. You even pushed me to the floor but I let it slide."

"But for me, I won't, not until you get me another suit and a pair of shoes because the coffee you spilled on me has stained whole outfit"he said firmly.

 "Oops, I'm sorry but I have to rush now."I said and was about to go when he grabbed my arm refusing to let go until I compensated him for his ruined outfit which I unintentionally ruined with coffee. I tried to wriggle free until I was fed up and I yelled. "Let go!"  I slapped him across the face with annoyance and cast an unintentional look at passer-by staring at us in front of the mall. I glanced back at him fiercely,pushed past his two bouncers standing behind him and left then the bouncers made an attempt to chase after me.

Charles's POV

"Let her be," I said and left with annoyance back to my car and I zoomed off.

    I got home and went into the house still thinking of what had happened earlier. I was in my room reminiscing when Nanny Rita came in. She was my nanny.

"What happened?" She asked looking anxious. "You look tensed. Did you bump into a tree dear?"

"Nanny, it's worse than that. But you know what, I'm gonna pay her back no matter what. Get me my special coffee while I go freshen up right now," I said and went into the bathroom furiously.

Few days later- Helena's POV

When the commercial bus stopped at the front of a snacks store, I came down to grab a piece of hamburger from the store and after paying the seller. While scarfing the burger, I heard yells and I turned back to check what was going on. Across the road, I saw a man whose back was faced to my direction lashing out at an old man. I wondered what was going on and it seemed serious. He immediately grabbed the old man by the collar and I rushed to the other side of the road to stop him from causing any harm to the old man.

"Let him go!" I said as I came in between and pulled the old man out of his grip. Then I caught a clear view of the impolite young man's face. It was the same guy I had bumped into few days ago at the mall, the arrogant Charles Donald.

"So it's you again," he said with a smirk.

"Yes it's me. How dare you do this to an old man?! Didn't your momma teach you manners huh?!" I bellowed at him.

"Stay out of this, this is none of your business," he scuffed. "This old worthless fool damaged my car's headlight and to top it all, he gave my car a scratch."

"Dear it was a mistake," the old man caught in with a faint voice and in tears. "I was in a haste to see my wife. She is waiting for immediate treatment in the hospital that's why I was rushing there to pay the required fee for her treatment."

"To hell with your wife!" He scuffed.

"Hey, he said it was a mistake. Don't you get it? He was in a rush!" I said furiously.

"It's none of your business. All I know is that this man is not leaving here until he pays for the damage," he said.

"Please sir let me go and see my wife; you can take my car."

"Your car? Is this a car," he rhetorically asked with a sneer. "Even if I sell this crap of a thing you call a car, it will not get me up to 50 cents. It's totally crap..."

"Then let it be," I cut in sharply and to the old man I said "Go, I'll pay  for the damage." The old man thanked me gratefully and went into his car then drove off. I turned to the jerk and caught him staring at me with a smile plastered across his lips.

"So how are you going to pay for the damage Mother Theresa?" He asked me. He was mocking me.

"Well you're rich guy so just turn a blind eye over it."

"Oh! Look at her. You mean I should turn a blind eye to my headlight being broken huh? And you let the stupid old go without paying me like you are a super rich icon right?!"

"You know, God values humanity and you..."

"Oh cut the crap and give me my money! Right now you acted like you were a heroine in a sci-fi convention, but, should I tell you something; you should have played better. I knew that  you had no money and your efforts to conceal that was so ill-conceived."

"Hey just hold it! How much does it cost for the damage?"

"Well, to repair this and polish my car would cost 150 bucks and nothing less. So, do you have it?"

"What! So much? Honestly I don't have that cash..."

"Then follow me," he said and grabbed my arm, pushed me into his car, he entered and quickly drove off.