Poor Girl Was Accused of Stealing in the Mall , But the Rich Man Said She Was His Fiancée
Episode 1
Kamsi had never stepped foot into a mall like this in her entire life. The shining tiles, the glass escalators, the scent of perfume and money in the air—it all made her feel like she didn’t belong. Her slippers made soft thuds as she walked slowly, clutching the small envelope that contained her last cash. She was here to buy shoes—simple black flats—for the job interview she had finally landed after six months of fruitless searching. Her blouse was clean but old, her jeans faded but neat. She just wanted something decent enough to give her a chance.
She entered a shoe store, eyes scanning for the “Sales” section. The attendant, a light-skinned girl with long false lashes and gum in her mouth, rolled her eyes the moment Kamsi walked in. “We don’t do window shopping here,” she said sharply.
Kamsi ignored her, focused on a modest pair in the corner. Just as she reached to lift one shoe, two security guards appeared. “Madam, come with us.”
“What? Why?”
“Someone said you stole a bracelet from this store. Don’t make a scene.”
“I didn’t touch any bracelet! I didn’t even walk to that side!” Her voice shook with panic.
But the attendant nodded confidently. “I saw her. She kept looking around. She must’ve pocketed it.”
Kamsi’s legs turned weak. “You’re lying—I didn’t take anything! Search me!”
One of the guards grabbed her wrist as customers started watching, phones in hand, whispering and laughing. “This is why they shouldn’t allow people like you into places like this,” someone said. “Look at her dressing—obvious thief.”
Kamsi broke down. “Please don’t do this to me—I swear I didn’t take anything!”
Then a voice sliced through the crowd. Calm. Commanding. Rich.
“Let her go.”
Everyone turned.
He stood at the entrance of the store, dressed in a designer suit, his wristwatch gleaming, his eyes fixed on her. The security guards blinked. “Sir?”
“I said let her go. She’s my fiancée.”
A full silence fell over the store. Even Kamsi froze.
The rich man walked closer and gently pulled her away from the guard. “Are you okay, love?” he said.
Kamsi stared at him, trembling. She didn’t know this man. Had never seen him before. But his eyes were kind. Firm. Protective.
The manager came out, apologizing profusely. “Sir—sorry—we didn’t know—”
“You didn’t care,” the man interrupted. “You judged her by her slippers. You humiliated an innocent girl. Do better.”
He turned to Kamsi. “Let’s go.”
Outside, when they were alone, she finally asked, “Why did you help me?”
He smiled. “Because once, I was the poor person no one believed. I recognized that look in your eyes. And I hate injustice.”
“But…you said I was your fiancée,” she said, voice barely audible.
He paused. Then leaned closer. “Well, I had to say something to stop them. But I’m hoping that part might come true someday.”
Her heart skipped.
Who was this man?
Episode 2: The Secret Behind the Man in the Suit
After they left the mall, Kamsi walked silently along the edge of the parking lot.
The man walked beside her carefully. He didn’t rush. He didn’t ask questions right away. It was as if he knew Kamsi needed space to breathe.
“Can I ask you something?” Kamsi whispered after a moment.
“Anything,” the man replied, calm and assured.
“Who are you really?”
The man smiled.
“My name is Adrian Blake. I own a tech and retail company in this city. But tonight, what matters most… is that I’m someone who hates injustice.”
Kamsi stopped walking.
“Why did you help me? You don’t even know me.”
Adrian turned to her, now more serious.
“Because I saw myself in you, Kamsi. Fifteen years ago, I was poor, humiliated in front of people. But someone believed in me. Now… it’s my turn.”
Kamsi was stunned.
“How did you know my name?”
“I heard you crying. Screaming your innocence. I’ll never forget the name of the woman I saved.”
The Invitation
Before they parted ways, Adrian handed her a card.
“Tomorrow afternoon, come to this address. There’s someone I want you to meet. It’s a new opportunity.”
“What kind of opportunity?”
“A new beginning.”
The Next Day…
Kamsi went to the address. Her jaw dropped when she saw the name of the building:
Blake Corporation HQ.
She waited in the lobby, heart pounding, until Adrian appeared — casual, smiling.
“Are you ready for a new life?”
The Secret Buried in the Past
As Kamsi stepped inside the Blake Corporation building, she felt out of place. She wasn’t used to marble floors, glass elevators, or uniformed receptionists. It felt like a dream.
But inside the boardroom on the 20th floor, Adrian was waiting — and beside him stood an elegant older woman: Mrs. Celeste Blake, his mother.
She smiled and gently patted Adrian’s shoulder.
“So this is the girl?”
Adrian nodded.
“Yes, Mom. This is the woman I told you about.”
An Unexpected Offer
Kamsi sat down across from them, nervous and unsure why she’d been brought there.
“Kamsi,” Adrian said, “we run a scholarship and livelihood program for women like you — talented, but overlooked by society.”
Celeste handed her a folder.
“This is a full grant,” she added. “Business training, employment, housing allowance, and most of all — respect.”
Kamsi teared up. Not because of the offer… but because of the years she had felt invisible.
The Question
“Why me?” she asked softly. “There are so many others who deserve this more…”
Adrian fell quiet, then said:
“Because I didn’t just notice you. I’ve known you for a long time.”
Kamsi looked confused.
“What do you mean?”
Adrian slowly opened his wallet and pulled out a worn photograph. It showed a little girl standing in front of a small food stall, holding a bowl. Beside her stood a younger boy — with black hair and a scraped knee.
“That’s you, Kamsi. And that little boy… was me.”
Her eyes widened.
“No way…”
“Yes,” Adrian replied. “Your mother once gave me food when we had nothing. She fed me with what little she had. That day changed how I saw the world. And since then… I promised I’d come back for you.”
The Mother Behind the Memory
Holding the old photo, Kamsi’s hands trembled. She couldn’t believe that the man who saved her at the mall — the one who gave her a new chance — was once the same boy her mother helped during their hardest days.
“It was you…” she whispered.
Adrian nodded.
“That day, my mom and I had nothing. But your mother insisted I eat. I never forgot. And when I saw you at the mall… I didn’t hesitate.”
Kamsi tightened her grip on the photo.
“My mom… she’s been sick for a long time. I don’t even know how to afford her next treatment. I’ve been paying off the debt Dad left when he ran away.”
Adrian stood up and pulled out an envelope from his drawer.
“This is the beginning. It’s the reward for the kindness your mother gave long ago. Full medical coverage. Housing support. And if you’re willing… a personal mentorship under me.”
“Why are you doing all this?” Kamsi asked, nearly in tears.
Adrian smiled, though his eyes held a quiet sadness.
“Because some debts aren’t paid with money… but with hope.”
The Reunion
A few weeks later, Kamsi brought Adrian to their old home in San Rafael. Her mother, Estela, was lying down but smiled when she saw them.
“Mama… do you remember the little boy you fed years ago?” Kamsi whispered, fighting tears.
Estela nodded.
“That’s him, Ma,” she said, looking at Adrian. “He came back. And he helped us.”
Estela wept and gently held Adrian’s hand.
“Son… thank you for not forgetting us.”
A New World
Kamsi’s once-simple life was slowly being replaced with a new reality — new clothes, a new apartment, and a new job at the company of the man who once stood up for her in a mall.
On her first day at Blake Corporation, she nervously rode the elevator to the 31st floor — home of the Creative Branding Department, personally chosen by Adrian.
The doors opened to shiny floors, glass walls, and sleek-dressed employees. But what truly settled her nerves was Adrian Blake — waiting, in a black suit, with a smile in his eyes.
“Welcome to your new world, Kamsi.”
New Challenges, New Love?
Kamsi quickly proved herself—smart, fast-learning, and creative. Her ideas impressed the team, even those who initially whispered behind her back, assuming she only got in because of Adrian.
But she earned her place.
And with every meeting, brainstorming session, and late-night rooftop coffee with Adrian… something long-closed inside her heart began to open again.
Love.
But just as she began to feel it… a strange email popped into her inbox:
“Ms. Kamsi, there’s something you need to know about the real reason Mr. Blake hired you…”
She froze.
What did it mean?
Why did it feel like Adrian might be hiding something?
TO BE CONTINUED…
