Billionaire pretends to be a poor beggar to test his fiancee

Billionaire Obina DK fell in love with a woman he had never seen before—a woman who captured his heart with a single comment under his late mother’s burial memorial post.

It was another day of his mother’s burial remembrance, and Obina felt the grief all over again. He still found it hard to believe that his mother was gone just like that. She had been his best friend and his source of comfort. Both he and his father missed her terribly, for she was not only his mother, she had also been his father’s closest friend and partner.

After the memorial, he made a post:

“It is another day that reminds me of what I lost—a gem.”

Comments began to pour in, but one stood out.

“I can relate, because it can be so painful to lose someone as precious as a mother.”

Obina felt the pain in every syllable. She followed it with a long message of sympathy, telling him that time would eventually heal him. Her name was Amanda. No profile picture, just calm, gentle words that sounded as though they were coming from his mother herself.

He replied to her, and she replied to him. Soon their exchange turned into a full-blown conversation that both of them began to enjoy. Obina found himself smiling at his phone even at work. He could barely keep his hands off it, while Amanda, in her small roadside fruit shop, kept glancing at her screen with a soft smile on her face.

After a few weeks of chatting, Obina asked to see her. Amanda was overjoyed because she too was eager to finally see him. They had agreed not to exchange photos until the day they would meet.

That afternoon, Amanda prepared to go out and walked into the living room, where her aunt Beatrice and her cousin Mirabel were sitting.

“Auntie, I am going out,” Amanda said calmly.

Mirabel hissed.

“Where are you going?” Aunt Beatrice asked sharply. “Who will sell those fruits?”

“Auntie, I will be back as soon as possible. I am just going to see a friend,” Amanda said innocently.

“Since when did you start making friends in this house?” Aunt Beatrice shouted. “And who is he that you are going to meet? So you have started sleeping with men in this house?”

Amanda’s eyes widened.

“No, Ma, I—”

“Shut up!” Aunt Beatrice barked. “So you want to go and bring unwanted pregnancy into this house? Who is he?” she demanded again.

Amanda swallowed nervously.

“Auntie, I have not seen him before. We have been talking online and he asked to see me,” she said softly.

“Where?” Aunt Beatrice asked.

“At New Haven. He said it is a new place around the new junction.”

“What?” Mirabel shouted. “New Haven? Do you even know what it takes to make a reservation there?”

Amanda sighed.

“I don’t know.”

“So, you want to go and meet a ritualist?” Aunt Beatrice shouted. “Go inside now and remove that nonsense you are wearing. You are not going anywhere.”

“Auntie, please,” Amanda tried to plead, but Beatrice silenced her instantly with a fierce glare.

Amanda lowered her head and walked back inside.

The moment Amanda entered her room, Mirabel moved closer to her mother.

“Mommy, are you thinking what I’m thinking?” Mirabel asked.

“What are you thinking?” Aunt Beatrice asked.

“Mommy, any man who can make a reservation at New Haven is definitely a big fish, and I’m going there to see for myself.”

“You think so?” Aunt Beatrice asked, intrigued.

“I know so, Mommy. To make a reservation there is not less than one hundred thousand naira.”

A few minutes later, Mirabel walked into the living room in a short red gown. As she turned slowly, her mother smiled at her proudly.

“Mommy, what do you think?” Mirabel asked.

Aunt Beatrice smiled.

“Makeup check. Tummy flat as pancakes. Buttocks on point.”

They both laughed, and Mirabel bent down and whispered to her mother,

“I need his number.”

Aunt Beatrice smiled knowingly.

“Don’t you trust your mother again?”

She stood up and went to Amanda’s room.

“Give me that phone,” she demanded.

“Why, Auntie?” Amanda asked.

“Because I know that ritualist will be trying to contact you. Or are you questioning me?”

“No, Auntie, I was—”

Before she could finish her sentence, Aunt Beatrice snatched the phone from her hand, hissed, and walked out.

Once she and Mirabel were in their room, they burst into laughter. They took Obina’s number, blocked his line on Amanda’s phone, and deleted her call history. Then Mirabel set off for New Haven.

When she arrived at New Haven, Mirabel called Obina, and he directed her to his table. He was stunned. She looked more polished than he had imagined.

A few minutes later, they were seated.

“Amanda, how are you?” Obina asked.

Mirabel smiled.

“I’m fine,” she said, trying to sound cute, but the energy was flat—nothing like what Obina had expected.

He assumed she was just shy since it was their first meeting. Still, as she answered his questions, there was no spark, no synergy between them.

Soon, Mirabel began snapping selfies. Obina watched calmly, letting her be.

“I love this place so much,” Mirabel said. “I’ve been here several times.”

“But you said you rarely go out,” Obina replied, frowning slightly.

Mirabel silently cursed Amanda.

That stupid girl.

She forced a smile.

“I mean, I have dreamt of being here several times.”

Obina smiled.

“It is a nice place. I’m glad you like it.”

After lunch, Obina dropped her off in front of her compound in his SUV.

“I will call you,” he said.

Mirabel smiled sweetly.

“I will be waiting.”

The moment she entered the house, she and her mother—who had been peeping through the gate’s keyhole—began dancing as if they had hit a jackpot.

A few days later, Obina invited Mirabel to his house. He came to pick her up, and Amanda was standing at the junction where she sold fruits when the car drove past. The moment she saw Mirabel inside the vehicle, Amanda sprang up in pure excitement and called out her name with a wide smile, waving happily.

Mirabel hissed and turned her face away.

Amanda’s eyes met Obina’s through the window. Her smile was warm and contagious, and she looked genuinely happy for Mirabel, not knowing that she was the woman Obina had fallen in love with.

“Who was that?” Obina asked as they drove off.

Mirabel hissed again.

“Nobody,” she said, her tone final.

When they finally arrived at the mansion, Mirabel was stunned by how huge and grand it looked. Bodyguards were stationed everywhere, and she said to herself:

“So this is what that stupid girl would have been enjoying. Thank God I was smart enough. This is my last bus stop.”

As she walked in with Obina, maids were already lined up to welcome them.

While they were in the dining room with Pa James, Obina’s father, he sensed the false energy coming from Mirabel. He watched her closely as she ate, trying hard to act posh, though it was obvious she was forcing it.

“Welcome, Amanda,” Pa James said with a polite smile.

“Thank you, sir,” Mirabel replied with a bright grin. “Thank you, sir.”

“So, my son told me how he met you,” Pa James continued. “Is there anything you would like us to give you as a gift?”

Mirabel’s heart leaped.

Ah, this is billionaire style.

Her greed flared instantly.

“I would love a Hermès Birkin,” she said quickly. “And a Chanel handbag as well, with matching shoes.”

She went on and on, adding how she wanted to go to Dubai for her next holiday.

Pa James stared at her calmly, the way he always did when something displeased him.

She is not fit for my son, he thought. She is a pretender and a gold digger.

Obina felt uncomfortable. Yet this was the same woman who had chatted with him deep into the night, making him laugh and giggle the way his mother used to, and he loved her.

Later that night, Pa James called Obina for a private meeting.

“She is not fit to be your wife,” he said bluntly.

Obina sighed.

“Daddy, she is not totally bad. She is a human being too. Amanda is the woman I want to marry.”

“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Pa James said. “I think I know what to do.”

Obina smiled.

“Daddy, whatever you do, I know you will like her. She is a nice person,” he said confidently.

In the next couple of days, Pa James dressed like a poor beggar and approached Mirabel’s gate. Aunt Beatrice and Mirabel were on their way out of the house when they saw him.

“Good afternoon, my daughter,” he greeted.

“Who are you and what are you doing here, old man?” Mirabel asked sharply.

“My daughter, I—”

Mirabel shut him up immediately.

“Mommy, who is he calling his daughter? Do I look wretched to you?” Mirabel shot angrily.

“My dear,” Pa James continued, “I need a cup of water and some food. I’m so hungry.”

Aunt Beatrice and her daughter burst into laughter.

“I can see you are out of your mind. Does this place look like a charity home to you? What gave you the audacity to stand in our way?”

“Please, my daughter—”

Pa James tried to talk, but Mirabel slapped him.

“How dare you interrupt my mother while she is talking, stupid old fool!”

With that, she pushed him aside and walked away.

Pa James sat there staring after them as they walked away. He knew it. She was only a pretender, waiting to explode, but he would never allow her into his family. Never.

Still deep in his thoughts, Amanda returned from the market and walked up to him, still sitting on the floor before the gate.

“Oh,” she said, and ran to him. “Papa, did you fall down?” she asked, already trying to lift him off the ground.

Pa James acted weak again.

“No, my daughter,” he said. “A young lady from this compound pushed me down.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Amanda apologized. “That’s my sister. I am so sorry. She is not always like that. I am sure she is not in a good mood today. Are you okay? Hope you weren’t injured.”

“No,” Pa James said. “I need a cup of water.”

“Just water?” she asked. “Anything else?”

“No,” Pa James said.

“Okay, let’s go to my shop,” Amanda said, leading him by the hand to her roadside shop.

After Amanda had given him the water, Pa James smiled inwardly.

“What is your name?” he asked her.

Amanda smiled.

“My name is Amanda.”

Pa James was confused for a bit.

“I don’t understand,” he said. “I thought your sister’s name is Amanda. Do you both answer the same name?”

“No,” Amanda said with a smile. “She is Mirabel and I am Amanda.”

Pa James was confused.

“What is happening?” he asked himself.

He thanked her and walked away.

That night, Pa James was restless. It did not make sense. Why would Mirabel say her name was Amanda? And he could remember that the description his son gave him about the girl he was chatting with fit Amanda. Mirabel was the exact opposite of everything his son had said.

Could it be that what he was thinking was true?

He had to confirm, he told himself.

The next day, Pa James arrived in his beggar outfit at Amanda’s shop. She happily offered him a side of her bench and an orange. Just then, Mirabel walked up to them.

“Why are you already surrounding yourself with losers?” Mirabel said, her voice dripping with disgust.

“Mirabel, he is my customer,” Amanda replied firmly. “And I believe it is none of your business.”

Mirabel hissed.

“Of course, it is none of my business. Pigs always mingle with pigs.”

With that, she walked away.

“Don’t mind her,” Amanda said softly to Pa James.

Pa James cleared his throat.

“Amanda, I want my son to marry you.”

Amanda smiled shyly.

“Papa,” she called softly, “that is thoughtful. But…”

Pa James noticed a shadow of sadness cross her face.

“Is there a problem?” he asked. “Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No,” Amanda said gently. “I once had a brief relationship with someone. I never met him, but I liked him.”

Pa James raised an eyebrow.

“How can you like someone you never met?”

Amanda sighed.

“We chatted for a long time,” she said. “But my aunt refused to let me go and see him when he asked. Somehow, I lost his contact.”

“What is his name?” Pa James asked.

Amanda smiled faintly.

“His name was Obina.”

Pa James smiled inwardly.

That night, he called his son.

“Are you sure Amanda is the woman you talk to online?” he asked.

Obina hesitated.

“She seems different, but I love her regardless.”

Pa James smiled.

“I have someone I would like you to meet tomorrow. Invite Amanda and her aunt to come.”

Obina stared at his father, then nodded slowly.

The next day, Mirabel and her mother arrived at Obina’s mansion. Mirabel sat beside Obina while her mother sat opposite them wearing a proud smile.

When Pa James walked in with Amanda, Aunt Beatrice jumped to her feet.

“What is she doing here?” she asked sharply.

Mirabel also stood up.

“Why did you bring this old fool here?”

Pa James removed his fake wig.

“Daddy!” Obina exclaimed, standing up.

Mirabel and Aunt Beatrice froze, their eyes moving from Obina to Pa James.

“Obina, these are impostors,” Pa James said. “Her name is Mirabel, and this woman”—he pointed at Aunt Beatrice—“is her mother.”

“What?” Obina shouted. “Daddy, I don’t understand.”

“This is Amanda,” Pa James said, lifting Amanda’s hand. “They impersonated her to get to you.”

Obina stared at them in disbelief.

“I knew it. I knew you were different,” he said to Mirabel.

He walked over to Amanda, who was already in tears, and held her hands, looking into her eyes.

“I am so sorry, my love.”

He pulled her into his arms.

“I have missed you so much.”

Amanda could not speak. Tears filled her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

But Aunt Beatrice began to shout, pointing at Amanda.

“Evil child! I knew you were cursed. I should never have allowed you to live under my roof.”

“But Auntie—” Amanda tried to speak.

“Shut up!” Aunt Beatrice screamed.

“What are they still doing here? Call the police and arrest them.”

“No, no,” Amanda pleaded. “Please, sir. They are my family. I am just glad the misunderstanding has been cleared. Please let them go.”

The bodyguards dragged Mirabel and her mother out as they cursed Amanda loudly.

Obina held Amanda tightly, and Pa James smiled.

“This is the woman for my son,” he said with deep satisfaction. “At least now I can die a good death.”

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