The Billionaire's Fake Wife [TBFW]

Chapter 1: Xander Pierce

I've always spent most of my life day-dreaming about what life would be like if my family had a lot of money like the wealthy people in Emerald City. The city where only the wealthiest and most prestigious people of Amsterdam lived and dwelled. The place of fancy cars, never-ending parties, and power-hungry men. It was a place for the hard working and the scariest people in our small country.

But nevertheless, I still tried to imagine a life there. A life where we didn't have to wonder about high bills and where our next meal would come from. Living in one of the not so developed parts of Amsterdam wasn't easy. It was hard for my parents and grandparents to provide for my basic needs. It pained to see them working so hard without any real benefits. It was unfair to us and everyone in our community.

So, one night I made up my mind. I was going to focus on my studies and work my way to the top. Work for the life we should have had. To be able to finally see what that amazing view in Emerald City was all about. To be able to earn my own money and start my own my company and finally be able to give the people I loved with all my being the things they deserved. It was a dream I would give my all to make come true. No matter what challenges were ahead.

But all those wonderful thoughts of becoming a famous actor or maybe even a well-known CEO of my very own company had been thrown out of the window when I finally saw how unfair this world was and still is...

Now at the age of twenty-two, I have to work three crappy jobs just to get enough money to support me and my family for a month. Not to mention the bills that needed to be paid, leaving us with just enough to scrape by. Even after all the sacrifices, my family made to send me to my classes so I could get a better education, it wasn't what I expected. I barely managed to graduate highschool and had to leave during the first semester of College to find a job because we couldn't afford to pay for my courses. But I didn't complain because I knew what sacrifices everyone had made for me to reach this far.

So instead, I found small jobs close to Emerald City to earn some money to help out. Not that it did much. Even with a reasonable pay, there was hardly any money left after we paid our bills. I was brought out of my thoughts when I felt some touched my hand.

Blinking a few times I internally groaned when I heard the rambling of the most annoying and dramatic person in my life. "Hello... Earth to Cassie! Are you there? Oh crap, we've finally lost her! Why? Why did you take her form me?"

I face-palmed myself as I tried to ignore her rambling. I still hadn't gotten over my depressing thoughts from seconds ago. Taking a deep breath and exhaling I turned my attention back to the crazy woman in front of me. Sometimes I just have the urge to stick a sock in her mouth and leave her in the middle of the desert. But like always it was that dramatic attitude of hers that made me love her and called her my best friend.

Or as we refer to it, my sister from another mother. And that ladies and gentlemen of the audience is Natasha Samuel. The drama queen with long wavy blonde hair, pretty dark brown eyes and curvy body that compliments her 5′6 height. And her naturally tanned skin was all the total opposite of me.

Where her hair was blonde mine was a midnight black color with waves of silky curls that ends at my waist. I have hazel brown eyes and pale sensitive skin. At 5′8 my body wasn't very curvy like her's but I had enough to not to make self-conscious about my looks. Not like I could ever be like one of those supermodels.

"No, you didn't lose me and stop acting so dramatic for crying out loud. We only have a twenty minutes break before we have to go back to Marco's for our shifts." I said a little annoyed. I mean the least she could do is act a tiny bit mature and not dramatic. But like any weird creature that was near impossible when it came to her. Trust me I tried teaching her to be a 'young lady' once and it was the worst eight minutes of my life. How can you make everything a person says sound dirty and walks around demonstrating it in eight minutes is beyond me? I've seen things a virgin shouldn't see. And those images are forever stuck in my brain. I've been scarred for life!