Georgina had resisted. She didn’t believe in marrying for status. After a betrayal by a former fiance, she took a break from the pressures of wealth and the city, disappearing quietly to this town for a few weeks, seeking clarity and peace.
Solomon had caught her attention from the start. There was a simplicity to him she hadn’t seen in the men back in her world.
No arrogance, no pretense, just warmth and humility. From the moment he spilled coffee and she helped him, she realized how he treated everyone with respect.
That respect and genuine kindness were rare, and it intrigued her deeply. She never revealed her true identity to him.
She liked being Naomi, an ordinary cleaner in his eyes, free from expectations, free to see if his feelings for her were real.
Unlike the men in her past who were drawn to her wealth and status, Solomon seemed to care about who she was, not what she was.
Meanwhile, Femy’s obsession with Naomi only grew. One afternoon, he called Linda, a colleague of Naomi who would do anything for material gain, into his office.
I need your help with something, Femi said, lowering his voice. Linda looked curious. What do you need?
It’s Naomi, Femi explained, frustration seeping into his words. I’ve tried everything, but nothing works.
I want you to help me convince her. Linda’s mind flickered with jealousy. Femi had once shown interest in her, but after their history together, he had acted as if she didn’t exist.
Now he sought her help to win over another woman. Despite her feelings, she nodded, forcing a smile.
I’ll talk to her. That evening, after work, Linda approached Naomi as they were putting away brooms and mops in the locker.
The tension between them was clear. Naomi unaware of the storm brewing around her. Naomi looked up as Linda approached, sensing that this conversation was going to be serious.
Naomi? Linda began trying to sound casual. I’ve noticed something and I think it’s time we talk about it.
What’s on your mind? Naomi asked, her tone cautious. Linda hesitated for a moment before continuing.
It’s Fei. You know he likes you a lot. He’s the son of the manager.
He has everything, money and status. Don’t you think you should consider him? Naomi sighed, feeling that familiar discomfort rise in her chest.
Linda, I don’t feel anything for Fei. I’m not interested in him. Linda frowned, her frustration mounting.
But why not? Most of the girls in this office would kill to have a man like Fei interested in them.
He’s rich, Naomi. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything if you accept him. Naomi paused, weighing her words carefully.
She had always guarded the truth about her past, and she realized Linda had no idea who she really was.
“Rich,” Naomi repeated, narrowing her eyes. “What do you mean, Linda? You act like you’ve had money your whole life or something,” Linda said, shrugging.
“Like you don’t care that Fei is rich.” Naomi’s heart raced, tempted to reveal the truth about being a billionaire’s daughter.
“But she chose to keep her secret, at least for now. I don’t care about money, Linda Naomi said firmly.
I’ve learned that material things don’t give lasting happiness. What I care about is how I feel when I’m with someone.
And when I’m with Solomon, I feel something real. Linda let out a short mocking laugh.
So, you’d rather be with Solomon, a broke junior IT assistant that can’t even afford three square meals when you can have Fei?
Instead, you’re falling for someone who barely has anything. Naomi’s expression hardened. Yes, I would rather be with Solomon.
