The morning air in downtown New York was crisp as Ivy Morris hurried down the crowded sidewalk, clutching a blue folder close to her chest. Her heels clicked rapidly against the pavement — click, clack, click — each sound reminding her that she was running late. After months of unemployment, this job interview at the Hilson Grand Hotel was her only chance to pay rent and rebuild her life. Every step mattered. Every second counted.
Just as she turned the corner, a trembling voice broke through the noise of the city.
“Please… can someone help me? My wheel’s stuck!”
Ivy froze. Down the street, an elderly woman in a wheelchair was struggling to free one of her wheels from a deep crack in the sidewalk. Ivy checked her watch — 10:54. The interview was at 11:00. If she stopped, she would never make it. If she didn’t, she would never forgive herself.
“Hold on, ma’am. I’ll help you,” Ivy said, rushing over. She knelt, pulled, pushed, and strained until the wheel popped free with a loud clack. The woman sighed in relief.
“You’re an angel, dear. What’s your name?”
“Ivy Morris. Nice to meet you.”
“I’m Elizabeth Cooper,” the woman replied, smiling warmly. “I owe you one, Ivy.”
Ivy smiled back but glanced at her watch in panic. “I’m sorry, I really have to go—I’m late for my interview!” She ran the last two blocks as fast as her legs would carry her, but when she arrived, the manager shook his head coldly.
“You’re five minutes late, Miss Morris. We’re not hiring kindness — we’re hiring punctuality.”
Tears burned her eyes as she walked back out into the street, the rejection heavy in her chest. I saved someone’s day and ruined mine, she thought bitterly. But just as she turned the corner, a familiar voice called out.
“Ivy! Wait!”
It was Elizabeth, now sitting comfortably in her wheelchair, pushed by a driver. “Did you get the job, dear?” she asked.
Ivy forced a small smile. “No, ma’am. I was five minutes late.”
Elizabeth frowned thoughtfully. “Then it’s my fault. Let me make it up to you. How about coffee?”
Ivy hesitated. “You don’t have to—”
“Sweetheart, my only appointment today is with fate,” Elizabeth said with a mysterious smile.
That was the moment Ivy’s life began to change — and she had no idea just how much.
Inside a quiet café, the aroma of roasted coffee filled the air as Elizabeth studied Ivy with kind but calculating eyes.
“You’re smart, honest, and compassionate,” she said. “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Ivy almost choked. “Excuse me?”
“I’m serious,” Elizabeth continued. “You remind me of someone I wish my son could meet.”
Minutes later, the café door opened and a tall man in a gray suit walked in — Derek Cooper, Elizabeth’s son. Every inch of him screamed wealth and impatience.
“Mom, what’s going on?” he asked, frowning.
“Sit down,” she said calmly. “This is Ivy, the young woman who helped me today. She’s the kind of person you should marry.”
The air froze.
“Mom, that’s insane!” Derek exclaimed. Ivy raised her hands. “Wait, I’m not marrying anyone!”
But Elizabeth remained calm. “You helped a stranger without expecting anything in return. That’s what Derek needs — someone real.”
Derek’s jaw clenched. “Mom, I’m running a corporation, not a dating service.”
“And you’ll lose it,” Elizabeth interrupted coolly, “if you refuse.”
He stared at her, stunned. “You’re blackmailing me?”
“Call it a mother’s tough love.”
Ivy stood in disbelief. “This is crazy. I can’t marry a stranger!”
Elizabeth’s eyes softened. “It’s just a contract, dear — a legal arrangement. You’ll get a good salary, a stable job, and your own apartment.”
Ivy hesitated. The words steady job echoed in her mind. She thought about the unpaid rent, the empty fridge, the closed doors. Then she looked at Derek — arrogant, irritated, yet undeniably human.
“Fine,” she said quietly. “But it’s temporary.”
Elizabeth clapped her hands in delight. “Perfect! You’re getting married tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow?!” they both shouted.
“Trust me,” Elizabeth said with a smile. “Fate works faster than you think.”
And just like that, Ivy Morris, who had lost everything in one day, was about to become the wife of a billionaire she had just met.
The next morning, Ivy stood in front of the courthouse in a beige dress, her heart pounding. Beside her, Derek looked equally uneasy. “This is insane,” he muttered.
“Tell me about it,” Ivy whispered back.
Ten minutes later, the clerk stamped the papers. “You are now husband and wife.”
Elizabeth smiled proudly. “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Cooper.”
They moved into Derek’s penthouse that afternoon — two strangers bound by paper. Their first weeks together were awkward and full of clashes. Derek was organized, precise, and emotionless; Ivy was spontaneous, cheerful, and messy. But slowly, something began to change.
One evening, Derek came home exhausted and found Ivy laughing at a movie on the couch. “You’re watching that nonsense again?” he asked.
“Sit down,” she said, patting the seat. “You might actually enjoy it.”
Against his better judgment, he sat. By the end of the movie, he was smiling. It was small, but it was real.
Days turned into weeks. They began to talk more, argue less, and laugh together. At work, Ivy proved herself capable and earned everyone’s respect. Even Derek started seeing her differently — not as a burden, but as someone who made life brighter.
Then one evening, Elizabeth called them to dinner. Her eyes sparkled. “Ivy, dear, I’ve decided to make you vice president of the Hilson Grand Hotel.”
Ivy gasped. “What? But—why me?”
“Because you earned it,” Elizabeth said simply.
Derek watched his mother and Ivy exchange smiles. Something stirred inside him — pride, admiration, maybe love. But just as everything began to feel right, a shadow appeared.
The next morning, a woman in a red suit entered Derek’s office, her smile sharp as glass. “Hello, Mr. Cooper,” she said smoothly. “I’m Carla Monroe, and I think we could be very good together — in business… and otherwise.”
Derek froze. The game of fate was far from over.
Kindness costs nothing, but it can change your entire life — so never hesitate to help someone in need