One day, Alejandro made a daring choice: he decided to disguise himself as poor to seek genuine love.
He trimmed his hair plainly, wore simple clothes, rode an old motorcycle instead of his luxury cars, and introduced himself as a modest office employee.
Within six months, he met ten women. At first, they seemed delighted, but once they learned he was just “a man with a modest income, living in a rented place,” they quickly made excuses to leave. One claimed they were “not suited,” another insisted she was “overloaded with work.” Each departure made Alejandro smile bitterly, reaffirming his belief that no one truly cared for him.
That was when he encountered María—a young seller at the Oaxaca market. She was petite, with sun-darkened skin, and bright eyes radiating remarkable resilience. Her life was burdensome: her father had passed, her mother was ill, and she worked while raising her younger siblings. The first time they spoke, Alejandro tested her honesty:
“I’m only an ordinary man, earning just enough to survive. Would you still choose me?”
Maria smiled gently and answered,
“I’m not searching for wealth. I only want someone sincere and compassionate. Whether you’re poor or a millionaire, it makes no difference.”
Her words touched him profoundly. As time passed, affection blossomed. There were no costly flowers or fancy meals, only the food she cooked and long afternoons helping her in the market. Amid their struggles, they discovered tranquility.
One day, Alejandro astonished her with a proposal. He presented a plain silver ring and said,
“All I can offer is my true heart. Will you marry me?”
Maria gazed into his eyes and agreed. Their wedding was humble, attended by few. Everyone assumed they were merely another modest couple.
But on their wedding night, a startling revelation emerged.
Inside the tiny room, Alejandro clasped his wife’s hand, his face turning solemn. He unlocked an old cabinet and pulled out a box filled with files and contracts. Maria’s eyes widened at the property titles, company shares, and endless assets listed inside.
– Maria, I’m not truly a simple worker. I’m heir to the Torres Group, with wealth worth billions. I concealed this only to find someone who would love me sincerely. And you… you were the only one who stayed.
Shaking, she whispered:
– Is this really… true?
Alejandro held her hand tightly.
“I don’t need further proof. I already know you accepted me without caring about money.”
Tears ran down Maria’s cheeks. Yet before joy overtook her, she lowered her eyes:
“Alejandro… I also have a secret.”
He froze. Maria revealed an old photograph: it showed a thin girl standing at the orphanage gate beside a boy in a white shirt. That boy was Alejandro as a child.
– I lived in that orphanage until my adoptive mother found me. You were the boy who shared food, who gave me my first bread and taught me letters. I recognized you long ago, but feared you’d think I used that memory.
Alejandro was stunned. Childhood memories resurfaced. The girl he had long sought was the same one who had shared his lonely beginnings.
That night they embraced and wept. Not for fortune or power, but because destiny had bound their lives from poverty and solitude into reunion.
The following day, Alejandro disclosed his identity publicly. The ten women who had abandoned him were astonished to learn the “poor young man” was in fact a multimillionaire. Yet it was too late. The only woman who had remained did so not for riches, but for love.
From then on, Alejandro and María became an admired couple across Mexico. Their love was not built on castles or diamonds, but on sincerity, loyalty… and a secret that had tied them together since childhood.
