The Billionaire’s Love Story PART 1 #folktales #folktalestories #africanfolktales #lovestory #fyppppp

She was forced to marry a poor man, not knowing that he was actually a billionaire. Chike was from a wedding family, his family owned businesses across the country, and his mother came from a wedding in nature as well. He had grown up with everything he could ever want, cars, gadgets, clothes, and people do almost everything for him. While Chike had a red lipstick, a needle purse, something, or maybe just bottom. One day, he made a bet with his friends. He clearly could survive anywhere with nothing, no money, no funds, no help from his family. His friends laughed thinking it was impossible, but Chike insisted. So he parked a little set of his clothes, left his foot behind, and went to a small remote village far from the city. As far as the village I was on for giving, Chike didn't know anyone, and no one knew him. He tried to ask for help, but people were cautious of strangers. The first few days were the hardest. He would have around, hungry, tired, and out of place. He begged for food from villagers, and some people gave him crops, some ignored him, and if you laughed at the city boy, who didn't know how to fed for himself. But Chike didn't give up, he observed the way the villagers lived. He learned how to clean farms, how to host more animals, and how to catch fish, and how to sell them to survive, slowly began to navigate the life in the village. By the end of the first one, he was surviving on his own. One afternoon, while returning from selling some produce in the village market, Chike saw a Choma, she was beautiful in a quiet way. Working in the market carrying water with a strong pusher that made her look confident, despite her modest life. Chike felt a poor equinoid explain, he approached her, smiling, but she looked at him sharply. "I don't mingle with poor people," she said. "I was very clear and sharp, but Chike didn't flee." Chike went to a parent house to express interest in cutting Choma, but her mother told him, "My way, Choma already has a suit from the city," she said, "Lying. You might like Adana better." Chike looked at Adana for the first time, she was quiet. Her beauty was still too much striking. There was a calmness about her, his softener that made him post. He agreed to tell him himself it was fine. He could make this work. Adana, however, was not immediately welcoming. "I don't like you," she said one afternoon, when he came to help fish water. "I don't need anyone helping me, I can manage myself." Chike did he argue, he simply nodded and continued to help. He first water, carried from produce and gave us more allowance and food whenever I could. He made no grand declarations, no promises he couldn't keep, but steady efforts and quiet kindness. And slowly she began to notice that he wasn't there for the show. Every time she needed help, he was there. Every time he did for her, he would no expectation, no judgment, and no pressure. Meanwhile, Chike added forgotten Choma, he wanted her to see the truth, to understand that appearance can be deceiving, so he went to his friend, tell that, in the city. "I needed to help me with something," Chike said, as soon as he saw them, there is his girl, in the village, Choma. She took some too poor for her, and I wanted to come to the village and add like a research on her. "Let's think you are caught in hasty wrestling. But yeah, it's the thing, I don't like her anymore. I like Adana, she's humble, kind and beautiful. But Choma, she's proud and dreadful, but she needs a lesson. I want her to see the appearance can be deceiving. That's all. You will play the part. She's called yes, sure I give, attention at every date, make I add things, she's when it's on my reach. I take her, I agree. This is going to be fun," he said.