Elle paie un pauvre chauffeur de keke pour jouer son fiancé… mais lorsqu’il entre dans la maison familiale, son oncle devient livide : personne ne s’attendait à découvrir qui il est vraiment !
— The Driver Who Changed Everything
Natasha stared at the documents in Vincent’s hands.
Her passport was there.
So were several confidential files from her presentation.
For a few seconds, she couldn’t speak.
“You came all the way back just to return these?”
Vincent nodded.
“You dropped them when you got out of my keke.”
Natasha took the documents quickly and checked them one by one.
Everything was there.
“Thank you,” she said quietly.
Vincent smiled.
“No problem.”
He turned to leave.
“Wait.”
He stopped.
Natasha looked at him carefully.
“What is your name?”
“Vincent.”
“Vincent what?”
“Just Vincent.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“You don’t have a surname?”
He laughed.
“I do. I just don’t think you need it.”
For the first time that morning, Natasha smiled.
“That’s strange.”
“Maybe.”
He started walking away.
Then Natasha noticed something.
The receptionist was staring at Vincent with an unusual expression.
She leaned closer.
“Do you know him?”
The receptionist shook her head.
“No, ma’am. But he comes around this area often.”
Natasha nodded and returned to her office.
She had completely forgotten about him by the end of the day.
Until that evening.
Her mother called.
“Natasha, don’t forget about the family dinner tomorrow.”
Natasha sighed.
“I won’t.”
“And please don’t come alone again.”
Silence.
Her mother continued.
“Your cousins are all bringing their husbands.”
Natasha closed her eyes.
“Mom, I’m not interested.”
“You need to stop embarrassing yourself.”
The call ended.
Natasha sat alone in her office.
She had money.
A successful career.
A beautiful home.
Everything people thought a woman needed to be happy.
Yet somehow, none of it was enough for her family.
Then an idea entered her mind.
It was ridiculous.
Completely ridiculous.
But the more she thought about it, the more sense it made.
She needed someone to pretend to be her fiancé.
Just for one evening.
Someone who wouldn’t know her family.
Someone who wouldn’t ask too many questions.
Someone who wouldn’t care about her money.
And suddenly, she remembered Vincent.
The poor keke driver.
The man who had returned her passport without asking for a reward.
The next morning, Natasha found him waiting near her office.
“Vincent.”
He turned.
“Miss Natasha?”
“I need a favor.”
He looked confused.
“What kind?”
She took a deep breath.
“I want you to pretend to be my fiancé.”
Vincent nearly dropped the bottle of water in his hand.
“Excuse me?”
“For one evening.”
He laughed.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m serious.”
“Why me?”
“Because you don’t know my family. You don’t know my business. And most importantly…”
She hesitated.
“You don’t seem impressed by money.”
Vincent stared at her.
Then he shook his head.
“No.”
Natasha frowned.
“I’ll pay you.”
“No.”
“Name your price.”
“I said no.”
She was stunned.
Every man she had known would have accepted the money immediately.
“Why?”
Vincent looked at her calmly.
“Because if I pretend to be your fiancé, I want to know why.”
Natasha looked away.
“Because I’m tired of being humiliated.”
Vincent’s expression softened.
She told him everything.
Her cousins.
Her mother’s pressure.
Tony’s betrayal.
The upcoming family dinner.
When she finished, Vincent was silent.
Finally, he said:
“Fine.”
Natasha’s eyes widened.
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“But I won’t take your money.”
“Then what do you want?”
Vincent smiled.
“Treat me like a human being.”
Natasha didn’t know what to say.
The next evening, Vincent arrived at her house wearing a simple black suit.
Natasha stared at him.
He looked completely different.
Elegant.
Confident.
Almost unrecognizable.
“Who are you?” she whispered.
Vincent laughed.
“Your fake fiancé.”
At the family dinner, everyone was already waiting.
Melina smiled mockingly.
“So, Natasha finally brought someone?”
Sharon laughed.
“We can’t wait to meet him.”
Natasha entered the room beside Vincent.
The room went silent.
Her mother stared at the man beside her.
Melina’s smile disappeared.
And then Natasha’s uncle stood up abruptly.
His face turned pale.
“Where did you meet this man?”
Natasha frowned.
“At work.”
The uncle continued staring at Vincent.
Then, in a trembling voice, he whispered:
“That’s impossible…”
Vincent’s expression changed.
Because he knew exactly why the old man was afraid.
He wasn’t just a keke driver.
And Natasha was about to discover that the man she had hired to pretend to be her fiancé…
had been hiding a secret far bigger than her entire family fortune.
