Poor GIRL hired a 5-DOLLAR DATE for Christmas… and he revealed himself as a MILLIONAIRE – Part 1
She rented a Christmas date for five dollars and walked straight into the wildest second chance of her life. Before the story really begins, imagine you’re watching this like one of those American holiday movies. In the comments, you can picture people dropping the city they’re watching from somewhere in the U.S., and at the end, they’re rating this story from 0 to 10.
For now, just sit with Emma Carter, on a freezing December afternoon in Boston, Massachusetts, having what she’s pretty sure is the worst day of her twenty‑seven years on earth.
Emma sat hunched on a park bench, her cheap wool coat no match for the New England wind that cut straight through her like a knife. Her fingers were numb around her phone, but she still kept scrolling up and down the same message, as if the words might somehow change if she stared at them long enough.
“Sweetheart, your sister is bringing her fiancé to Christmas dinner. Your cousin is bringing his new girlfriend.
Even your younger brother found someone.
And you? Are you going to show up alone again? The whole family is talking, Emma.”
Her mother, Linda, even added a little sad face.
Emma tilted her head back and closed her eyes, letting out a long, raw groan toward the gray Boston sky.
“Perfect,” she muttered. “Just perfect.”
She didn’t care if anyone heard.
Her breath fogged in the icy air as she stared up at the bare tree branches above her. “Where on earth am I supposed to find a boyfriend in three days?” she demanded at the clouds.
“Where does anyone rent boyfriends in this city?”
Her own voice bounced back at her off the quiet winter paths.
She laughed once, a bitter little sound. “Of course not,” she told herself. “Because my life is not pathetic enough already.
Now I need to hire a fake boyfriend and I can’t even afford that.”
She snapped her gaze down to her wallet.
The leather was cracked from years of use. She opened it and counted, one by one, the crumpled bills inside.
“Fifty‑three dollars until the end of the month,” she whispered. She did the math like she had done a thousand times before.
“Twenty for electricity.
Fifteen for gas. Ten for food.” She stared at the last small bill. “Five dollars left.”
The story doesn’t end here –
it continues on the next page.
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