Sold To The Billionaire Next Door

Emilia's P.O.V

"You can't do this!" tears streamed down my face.

I can't believe this was happening to me. What did I ever do to deserve this? I always helped out

The best I could. I took on two jobs, I prepared food, I helped the people who were even less

Fortunate than us so why?

Why had I been sold for marriage?

Pause.

Let me rewind and explain how I got to that tragic moment in time. It started of as a normal day, Well atleast, what I'd call normal.

I got up exceptionally late for work and scrambled out of bed and into the bathroom in a hurry. I

Quickly took a shower and brushed my teeth before putting on some lotion and tossing on a

Plain white T- shirt and black jeans with my beat up sneakers. It was the best I had.

I put my hair up in a pony tail and ran down the hall to the kitchen where my mum held a small

Cup of tea with a smile.

"Your tea, " I take it with a greatful smile and kiss her cheek.

"Love you, " I grab my fliphone and dash outside and nearly ran to work.

If we had the money for a car I'd take it. I was 19-years-old. I was told I didn't do normal things

Girls my age did, like go out and have fun. Go find a boyfriend.

Truth was, I didn't have time for any of that. With two jobs and school, that proved hard to do.

My parents made a low income and with them old they couldn't do much so as soon as I hit the

Age that allowed for work I set out for a job. But it seemed dispite all my efforts we were still

Near losing our home. We barley ate much because we were saving to pay this months bill, Sometimes our water would shut off and I'd have to go take a shower at my work place.

Despite all of this I couldn't say I felt bitter about it all. As long as I had my parents and the small

Group of friends I had, I was content.

I slipped inside the tea place I worked in and rushed to the back room where I put on my brown

Apron that had my name engraved on the top right. I clock in and turn to go when April, a good

Friend I had here, stops me.

"Emmie, you're late...again, " she scolds lightly. She was co-manager.

"I'm so sorry. It's just, I have so much to do with school and another job. I try but-"

"Emilia, manager said he's had enough of it, " she pauses, face filled with guilt. My stomach

Drops, "Todays your last day."

"Wha-I, please tell me your joking, " I plead desperately, my eyes stinging with unshed tears.

"I wish I could, " she gives me one more sympathetic look before taking off.

I stand there, heart beating fast. What would I do? My other job didn't pay nearly as much as

This one did. Sighing, I wipe at my eyes and head out with my notes and pencil in hand. Maybe

My last pay check would be enough to pay this months bill.

Fakely smiling I head out to take orders for this lovely couple sitting by the windows. The way

The man looked into the woman's eyes conveyed just how much he loved her and the woman

Looked as if cupid himself hit her with his arrow.

I sighed, sometimes even I wanted something like that.

After taking there orders I went on my way to take others when a man in an overly expensive

Suit entered. His hair was styled to perfection, his creamy brown eyes expressionless. His light

Pink lips were pulled into a thin line and clinging to him was a woman in a sky blue dress that

Clung to her, hugging her in the right places.

Her dyed blonde hair cascaded down her shoulders and onto her breast in tight ringlet curls.

Makeup covered her face, large earrings dangle from her ear, and white high heels sit under her

Feet.

Their entrance captured the attention of everyone in the small tea café. Many were murmuring

About them, some just stared but it didn't seem like the two cared much about the people who

Stared at them as if they were wild animals in a zoo. The woman ate up the attention she was

Receiving and even went as far as to flip her hair, stick out her chest onto the mans shoulder and

Smile adoringly at the people.

"Waitress, " the woman snaps her fingers, her gaze meeting mine.

Blinking, I slowly move over to their table almost nervously. They screamed expensive!

As I stood in front of their table the woman blindly ordered our sweet tea with low fat sugar and

Claimed it to be for the both of them. The man didn't seem to care for he was far to busy on his

Expensive looking gold phone.

I nodded and turned away quickly before dashing to the back where I'm immediately given the

Tea they ordered just moments ago. I raise my eyebrow skeptically at Ralph, our tea maker.

"Had the water boiling to a temperature as soon as they stepped foot in here. Now hurry, if they

Give us a bad report we're done for, " he shoos me out.

I speed walk back to their table where the man is still on his phone and the woman talks

Endlessly. I lay their tea on the table and the woman looks up giving me a bright smile.

"Have a nice day, " I speak softly and the mans head instantly lifts from his phone and focuses

On me. I freeze as his eyes bore into mine as if I was his only focus at this time.

His brown eyes intimidate me into wanting to back down and go into hiding but for some reason, Some odd reason, I just stand and stare at him as he stares at me. My heart pounds in what I

Suspect is nervousness.

"Alton, " the woman breaks me out of whatever trans I was in. I blink before a blush spreads out

On my face, the man-Alton, continues to stare in perplexity.

"Um now will go I, " I shake my head and blush harder but turn and rush off into the back area

Where I take off my apron. April rushes inside, eyes wide in excitement.

"What the hell was that?" she asks, taking off her apron and white shirt and putting on an

Expensive looking Polo shirt.

"I don't even know myself, " I shrug, heart still pounding. He was so weird.

"Who is he anyways, " I murmur.

I hear something heavy drop and spin around to see her eyes wide in shock, her duffle bag on

The floor.

"You don't know?!" she nearly screams.

"And I don't care either, " I leave my apron and slid my bag onto my shoulders.

I give one last wave to a shocked April before heading inside another part of the back area. The

Boss sits with an envelope in his hand, as if expecting me. He looks up and gives me a

Sympathetic smile. He stands and hands me the the white paper that contains my last check

Inside.

"Sorry to let you go, " he pats my shoulder before leaving out the back.

I roll my eyes and grumble, "If you were really sorry to have let me go then you wouldn't of, " I spit bitterly.

I turn and walk out of the small café and back home. Cars pass me by along with other people

On the sidewalk. I pass a playground that has children playing around carefree.

I sigh, if only I could afford to be carefree.

I finally see my small, one story home in view with a sleek black Mercedes Benz Coupe parked

At the side. I blink, what would such an expensive type car be doing here? Did someone leave it

Here to go somewhere else? We didn't have neighbors and cars weren't allowed to be parked

Here unless it belonged to us.

Walking quicker, I walk up the three steps to the door and unlock it. I close the door behind me

As I enter the cold comforts of what I'd like to call home. All is silent.

"Mum, " I call out, dropping my bag.

"Dad, " I call.

"In the kitchen!" they call back in unison and I raise a suspicious eyebrow.

I enter to see my mum wearing a silver dress that drapes down past her knees with silver

Bracelets and earrings that sparkle. Her hair looks like it got done and flats grace her feet nicely.

Dad got his naturally shoulder length hair cut into a nice buzz cut. He wears a suit with dress

Pants and fancy shoes. I blink in surprise.

"Where did-we don't have money for all of this, " I shake my head gesturing to their attire.

"We do now, Emmie. We can pay off ours bills for years to come now and we can even move

Into a two story home if we wanted, " mum smiles but guilt shines in her eyes.

My eyes narrow, "How? We're barley making ends meet and I just lost my job."

"You can go ahead and ditch all your jobs, " my dads eyes crinkle in happiness but again behind

It is guilt.

I shake my head, my hands clenching into fist. I didn't understand what was happening but I

Wanted to know. All of this was confusing me.

"What? What're you saying?" they glance down and my eyes turn into a glare, "Explain."

"Well, we weren't making enough as you know. We were desperately trying to make enough to

Live here and provide food. That's when we were offered money. Tons of it but..." my mum trails

Of, biting her lips.

"But?"

"It came with a price. The price of your hand in marriage, " dad whispers.

My eyes widened, my heart pounding before I shook my head, I laughed not believing this. They

Wouldn't do this. This was all a prank. Maybe I'd even wake up because this day has been

Nothing but a nightmare.

"You're lying, " I shake my head in disbelief.

"We're sorry, love, " mum whispers sadly.

"What the hell! You didn't even think to consult me?" I say angrily, my emotions were

Everywhere. I was not getting married.

"Emmie-"

"You've lost the privilege to call me that when you sold me for money! Its Emilia to you, " I shout

With tears streaming down my face.

"We know your hurt, " dad lays his large hand on my shoulders in a comforting way but I shake

My head defiantly, moving away from them.

"You can't do this!" tears streamed down my face.

I can't believe this is happening to me. What did I ever do to deserve this? I always helped out

The best I could. I took on two jobs, I prepared food, I helped the people who ever even less

Fortunate than us so why?

Why had I been sold for marriage?

"Please understand-"

"Who?"

"Who, " mum repeats in confusion.

"Who am I getting married to, " I grit my teeth.

"Alton Hamiliton of Hamoliton Co." dad answers silently.

No way in hell was I going to marry some stuck up rich guy.

"I'm not marrying him, " I shake my head.

Mum let's a tear fall, "We already signed a contract. If we break it we lose everything and we get

Thrown in prison."

"Bloody hell, " I spit in anger.

"You meet with him tomorrow at 8 to discuss plans, " dads eyes hold sadness.

"And you'll...be living with him, " mum says hesitantly.

Overly angry I turn and walk down the hall and to my room, slamming my door shut.

I was 19 for fucks sakes! I'm not even ready for marriage and whose to say this isn't some

Perverted 32 year old weirdo. Granted, he didn't look that old but you never know.

Throwing myself onto my bed I cry myself silently to sleep.

Emilia's Pov

I grumbled turning on my sides when I felt something or someone poking me. Scrunching up my face I open my eyes to see my dad poking me. Glaring tiredly I wave his hand away and turn in hopes of getting more sleep.

"Emilia, you're late, " he says almost desperately.

"For what?" I grumble.

"Meeting up with Alton, " his voice drops slightly.

My stomach drops and I turn to look at him. Glaring, I climb out of the sheets and sit atop my bed with a slouch.

"Thought that was a dream, " I murmur sadly.

He let's out a breath before getting on his knees in front of me. Taking my hands in his frail ones he captures my attention. Smiling sympathetically he begins to speak.

"Emilia your mother and I are really sorry we've done this. We didn't think much of it but then we realised it shouldn't be our decision as to whom you marry. Do you think you could ever forgive us?" his eyes are pleading and for a moment I almost give in.

I almost utter the words, 'I forgive you, ' but if I said that, I'd be lying because I didn't. They got to marry each other out of pure love while I'd be forced to marrying this guy. I'd be swiped away of that thing I wanted most in life and it wasn't fair. I spent all my life accepting and loving what I was given in life but the one thing I wanted to be able to control for myself, that thing I wanted to love and cherish forever would be the person I chose to marry.

My parents weren't the only ones to blame, it was Alton to. Why did he want to marry me in the first place? What did I do to him to make him do this to me? Was it just to pick at me, to deprive me of finding actual love?

Even so, I'd be the worst bride he could ever ask for. He's rich and practically royal so when he sees how much of a dork I am he'll surley realise his mistake and change his mind. It'll be quick and easy. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, I'd be back home and single before you know it.

Cracking a fake smile I nod. Disbelieving my smile dad stands and nods before leaving for me to change. Hanging in my small closet is a plastic bag that contains a long, knee length ruby red dress with a lace back. A cream coloured shoe box sits perched atop the shelving of the closet with a unfamiliar jewelry box at my renovated nightstand.

With a head shake, I sigh and walk down the hall into the bathroom to take a shower. Afterwards, I speed walk back into my room and put on my matching black underwear and bra.

I gently take out the dress from the plastic covering and feel the nice cool fabric against the tips of my fingers. Running my hands down the back and fingering the beautifully designed lace I confirm this is the most beautiful dress that I've had the pleasure of wearing.

Slipping on the expensive dress, I zip it up myself before twirling. In this moment I can't help wanting to believe I'm a princess.

Blushing at the thought I grab the shoe box off the shelf and open it up, taking out the wrap to see red heels. Putting them on and standing, I struggle to walk in them and nearly buckle multiple times but make it over to the bathroom with the portable jewelry box in hand.

My mouth gapes as I stare at the necklace, earring and ring placed inside the box. Each material separately could easily match the price of this house. This was almost to much and they were just beautiful. Was it really okay to wear this?

Shaking my head, I settle on just wearing the earrings and necklace. The ring almost looked like it could possibly be an engagement ring and who knows, maybe if I don't wear it he'll get angry and say he doesn't want to marry the likes of me.

I roll my eyes. Rich people.

I braid the sides of my brunette hair into a French braid before pulling the rest of my hair into a Italian bun.

"Emilia! The cars been waiting for half an hour now, " screams my mum.

I clench my fist and stare at my reflection in determination.

"You will not fall in love with Alton and marry him. You will annoy him so much, he'll regret stepping a foot into my life, " smiling I turn and fling the door open with confidence, "time to show him whose boss, "

Wobbling slightly I walk down the hall and towards the doorway where my parents wait. Once my mums catches a glance at me her eyes widen and sparkle brightly, her hands cupping her gaped mouth. She runs over to me and hugs me before pulling away and running her eyes down my body.

"You look beautiful but..." she trails off before her eyes light once more and she sprints down to the master bedroom. She reappears with pink lipstick in her hand.

Twisting it open she swipes some at the bottom of my lip before commanding me to rub my lips together. With a nod of acceptance she smiles and hugs me once more.

"I'm still very sorry about this. Please know we love you, " she whispers in the hug.

"I know, " I say gently before leaving her embrace.

Walking outside, a sleek black SUV awaits me. Slowly walking down the driveway I advance towards the fancy shmancy car. Before I can even think to open the door for myself the driver exits out of his side and is by the door, holding it open for me with his head bowed. I awkwardly whisper a thanks before slipping inside the nice vehicle.

He gets inside and speeds down the road making many turns. I look at the driver from the rearview mirror and notice black sunglasses cover his face and he's dressed in a well manored black suit with a black driver type hat. His head tilts and he looks up at the rear view mirror as well and catches me staring.

Caught, I quickly turn away and blush a light pink when I hear a small chuckle.

"You were late, " he says monotonously.

"Sorry, " I mutter.

"Oh don't apologize to me, miss. I am only your driver. What does it matter?" I look up to see his lips quirked in an amused smile.

"I don't know if you're being playful or low key angry, " a smile plays at my lips.

"More of sarcastic M'lady. You don't have to apologize to me, " he reassures.

"Plesse don't call me M'lady, its just Emilia. Why shouldn't I apologize? I kept you waiting over half an hour, " I sit up in the leather seat.

"You're of high standard now that your marrying sir Alton, " he explains.

"Ah, no, please don't say that, " I plead with my stomach twisting.

"I'm confused M'l-Emilia, " he corrects himself.

"What I mean is, you're important. No amount of money can take your worth away, " I say honestly.

His face brightens up with a small blush, "thank you, Emilia."

"Please do call me Emmie."

"Will do miss, " he nods with a smile.

I lean back into the seat and sigh as my gaze wanders to the window where I watch the clouds roll by.

"Now infort of Alton's Mansion, " I glance at the window and blink.

Eyes widening, I sit up instantly and gawk at the size of it. It was like 10 of my house into one, maybe I was being a little over the top but it was ginormous. A black and golden gate sits in front of the mansion with two white horse staues beside the gate. The grass is cut nice and neatly to perfection.

Pressing a series of buttons in the SUV, the gate opens inwards revealing a white fountain in the center. My breath gets caught in my throat as we get near the amazing building Alton calls home. How does one person live in such a palace?

"Does he live with anyone else?" I find myself asking though my eyes remain on the house.

"He lives with his younger sister but besides her and the maids who come to clean, that's it, " he explains looking up at the house himself before he looks at me and its now I realise he's taken off his glasses allowing me to see his big hazel eyes.

He gets out of the car, closing it with a small slam before rushing over to my side and opening the door. Sighing I take the hand he holds out for me and slide out. Smoothing out the back of my dress I gently punch at his shoulder.

"God gave me arms and legs for a reason, allow me to use them, " I say teasingly with a small smile, he nods with a polite grin.

Walking around the vehicle, I stop as I face the biggest and most expensive thing I had the pleasure to witness. The driver rolls down the window and honks the car softly causing me to jerk and turn to him.

"Don't be nervous, go with full confidence. That's what'll help you survive in a world like sir Altons', " he advises.

I nod and mouth a thank you but before he can drive off I scream wait and try to speed walk to the car. He rolls the window back down.

"Whats your name?" I question.

"Edwards, miss, " he tips his black hat before driving off and past the gates that slowly come to a close.

Shaking my head I laugh lightly.

Turning, my smile drops. I forgot I had to enter this mansion and not just stare. Is it to late to back out?

"Dont't be nervous, go with full confidence. That's what'll help you survive in a world like Altons'."

That's right. Okay, Emmie you got this. You can do this.

Walking crookedly I approach the marble stairs, walking up them and to the dark mahogany doors. A stone doorbell is placed next to the door with some type of jewel in crusted at the top and bottom of it.

Shaking off my nerves, I ring the door. From outside I can hear the loud chime the doorbell makes followed by a smooth buzz that finishes it off. Waiting over five minutes now, the large door swings open and a young girl appears behind the door in a blue polo shirt and light washed jeans. With her hair pulled up in a ponytail, she stares in puzzlement at me before something seems to click within her.

"Ah, I've been waiting endlessly for you, " she scolds lightly before grabbing my hand and dragging me inside.

My stomach churns as my eyes take in the massive inside. We reach a staircase with red plush carpeting and golden railings with lights at the bottoms. I start to feel lightheaded at the multiple directions all the staircases seem to be going in. The girl pulls me up one of them and takes me through a hallway that contains large creamy pillars.

The floors are sparkling with excellent hardwood flooring. The barricades black with a decorative design.

We turn and go down another hall where this time I see black doors at either side and another exit into another hall that leads to heaven-knows-what.

She pushes the door open and we enter this big beautiful room that's decorated nicely from the light brown and royal blue colors on the queen size bed to the couch that sits in front of it. Dark red nightstands are placed at either sides of the bed with a light fixture on top with elegant glass surrounding it.

"I kinda made a mess in the bathroom so please be sure to clean it up thoroughly, there's laundry that needs to be done as well as maths homework I can't seem to understand, " she slips twenty pounds into my hand before disappearing out of the door.

Blinking I scramble to get her but by the time I get to the door and look outside I'm left with an empty hall.

Great.

How would I navigate myself through this maze?

Emilia's Pov

It was getting late and I still found that I was incredibly still lost. With hours passing and the sun slowly setting; I find myself walking down hallway after hallway mindlessly. I was sure I would come by the staircase but each step I took only led me deeper inside this maze of a home.

Could you even classify something like this a home?

When I thought of a home I thought of somewhere you shared your memories in, bad or good. A place that was warm and friendly and allowed the stress to fall from your shoulders. Home awakened your hearts and made you feel welcome no matter the problem. The size of the home didn't exactly matter, it was the memories that was inside that mattered the most.

The atmosphere that filled the air was cold and dense. I felt nothing but saw plenty.

An open door grabs my attention and draws me to its insides. One step leads up to a large king size bed that sits against one side of the walls with a nightstand beside it with a creamy white lamp on top. Three plush cushions with a velvety red top sit in front of the massive bed. A simple and yet beautiful rectangular carpet is to the center of the room.

A polished brown hardwood flooring is spread all along the floors of the room stopping at the doors to the bathroom and closet. A vanity sits against another wall with a large mirror with gold encrusted at its top sits with it. Another plush velvet seat is in front of it with gold at the bottom of each heel. A bouquet of flowers seat at both ends of the vanity in expensive looking vases.

The top of the room is painted to perfection with detailed brush strokes. Complementing the painting of the top of the room is a gold chandelier that hangs beautifully, along with the lights inside the top walls.

A plasma TV hangs high above a burning fireplace with its remote controls sitting at the fireplaces ledge.

Two glass doors are left open allowing a nice breeze to flow inside.

"Woah, " I whispered out loud.

Taking off my killer heels, I gently place them beside the doorframe before walking inside the large and extremely expensive room. I take my time exploring the insides of the room, touching the silk of the bed, before I head off to the balcony that overlooks the outsides of the house.

The water rushes down from the mouth of fish and lands in the bowl of the fountain creating a peaceful noise. The calming noise causes my body to hum along with the melody that slips out of my mouth accidentally.

"Tell me am I going crazy?

Tell me have I lost my mind?

Am I just afraid of lovin'?

Or am I not the lovin' kind?

Kissin' in the moonlight, Movies on a late night, Gettin' old, I've been there, done that, Supposed to be hot, But it's just cold, Somebody wake up my heart, Light me up, Set fire to my soul, Yeah, Cause' I can't do it anymore, Gimme that can't sleep love, I want that can't sleep love, The kind I dream about all day, The kind that keeps me up all night, Gimme that can't sleep love-"

"Maybe I'm too picky, honey, " A deep but smooth voice sings over my voice softly.

Spinning around quickly with my heart beat accelerating in pace, I come face to face with a handsome lad near my age yet maybe a few years older. A smirk sits placed on his gorgeous features.

A glare crosses my face, my hand attempting to calm the pace of my heart.

"You scared me, " I point sharply.

"Never knew you'd have such a beautiful voice, Loveheart, " he comments charmingly.

"Your flattery is nothing but pish posh, " I scoff. From the look on his face, I can tell his ego's been wounded.

"Aren't you something, " he mutters, "Altons been waiting and we've been looking for you."

I nod curtly before walking past him and slipping on the red heels.

Immediately he begins to walk and I scramble to buckle up the shoes before stumbling to catch up. From the way his shoulders move in the slightest, I can tell he'd done that on purpose. Bastard.

We walk down many hallways in silence before the stairs come into view but we pass it and instead come face to face with a clear glass elevator. My eyes widen in the slightest. The guy turns to me with a smirk after pressing the button only once.

"Has your peasant mind been blown or was it already blown when you enter the BMW that cost more than your whole being?" he questions cockily.

We step into the elevator with him satisfied and my fist clenched in outrage.

"Funny for you to think so. How long did it take your dumbass to come up with that anyways? A day? Maybe two, " his face turns pink with what I think is a mix of embarrassment and anger.

"You, Your so-your poor!" he screeches angrily.

"Nice one, " I clap sarcastically, "i could most likely eat alphabet soup and shit out a better statement then that."

The elevator door dings before the glass doors slid open and I walked out with my head held high. Like a boss.

He trudges passed me with an angry expression and pushes a cream white door open.

"You can't possibly be marrying someone like her!" he raised his voice.

I stand by the entrance, holding one of the doors open. Inside is a long sleek black table with black seats going all around. Woman and men seat around the table with the one and only, Alton.

Altons eyes remain close with one firm hand grasping a drink and the other propping his tilted head up.

"Have you found her?" his deep, creamy and velvety makes my body erupt with goosebumps and suddenly I feel mildly intimidated.

His hair is in a messy state that looks as if he's ran his fingers threw it multiple times. His lips are thin and small but at the same time their pink and very much kissable. The definition of his jaw and cheekbones are sharp and almost model like. He wears a nice black tuxedo with his tie undone in the slightest.

Every woman's eyes rake his body and take him in as if imaganing how he'd look in only his birthday suit. Blushing, I shake my head and scold myself for thinking such ludicrous thoughts but immediately tense with my heart beat picking up when his eyes slowly graze open revealing his intense green eyes.

Damn.

His eyes pierce mine and I start blushing involuntarily. Slowly his mouth quirks into a pleased smirk, I release a breath and force myself to glare under his sharp gaze.

"You're here, " his smirks turns into a smile, many swoon.

"Appears so, " I reply blandly, turning my eyes to stare at anything but him to avoid fainting or something.

"When I'm talking to you, I'd like if we remained keeping eye contact, " cool fingers touch my chin bringing my face to look at him; allowing myself to lock eyes with him. His eyes twinkle in contradiction to his lips that stay in a thin line.

My starstruck self snaps out of whatever trans I seemed to be in and a glare over takes my features. Snapping my face from his finger tips I take a step backwards to distance myself.

"I don't think I ever asked what you'd like, Mr. Rich, " I snap sassily.

Eyes widen, mouths drop.

His right eyebrow twitches upwards and he walks forward as I walk backwards until we're outside the room. He turns to shut the door, once he's turned around I angrily spit out:"I am not going to marry you."

"What, " his voice booms allowing the vast space inside to echo his voice and mirror his confusion.

"No amount of money you throw at my familiy will get me to marry-"

"I'm Alton Hamilton, the Alton Hamiliton, " he boast proudly.

"And I'm Emilia Loveheart, the Emilia Loveheart. The one that doesn't give two shits about who the hell you are, " I retort.

"I'm trying to comprehend you, " he pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Should I speak a little more slowly?" I question.

"I don't care who you are, " I add hand gestures for more effect and he scowls, his jaw ticking in a weird and yet attractive way.

"I paid your parents, they signed a legal document, " he smirks in the slightest as my face drops.

"Wanna know what that means sweetheart?" he takes a step forward, lowering himself to my ear.

"It means, your mine."