Wendy's adventure

This is not a typical rags-to-riches tale; it is closer to a riches-to-rags story. It is about a woman whose curiosity nearly cost her life, yet that brush with death taught her how to live with purpose. My name is Wendy Miller-or, as my father, William Martin the Second, prefers, Ms. Wendy Miller. He is a multibillionaire and one of the smartest people I know. I love him, but our relationship has not always been easy. He rose from humble beginnings, endured many hardships, and vowed his children would never face the same struggles. He kept that promise, giving me everything I wanted without question. I am 30 years old, 5'2", and about 122 pounds-on a good day, with my long hair wet and hanging down my back. I have hazel-green eyes, and although people often compliment my looks, I consider myself average. I have never been married, and I often wonder if I ever will be.
That was before I met Sam. At first, I dismissed him as another homeless man fighting to survive on the streets. But after he saved my life, I realized he was far more than I had imagined. How could I have known he would change my life forever and show me love in its purest form?