THE BILLIONAIRE THEY NEVER SAW COMING

CHAPTER 2

Javier found the bracelet and carefully put it away. 

He was furious. Mateo had just spat on his head, and before he could react, he heard Mateo's mockery from above;

"Look, this is what a beggar like you should be doing, rummaging through the trash to see if there's anything to eat or something valuable."

Javier could no longer control his anger.

"Fuck you!"

Javier’s patience finally snapped. In a flash, his fist connected with Mateo’s face. A sickening crunch echoed through the room as cartilage shattered under the force of the blow.

Mateo staggered backward, a curse slipping from his lips as he clutched his bleeding nose.

His grip found the edge of the bed, steadying himself.

Camila shrieked, her hands flying to her mouth as she rushed to Mateo’s side.

"Javier! Have you lost your mind?!" she screamed, voice laced with panic.

They clashed like wild animals, raw fury igniting the air between them.

Camila’s fear spiked. She didn’t want her boss hurt since it might jeopardize her promotion.

"Stop it! Stop it right now! Javier, you could kill him!"

But Javier wasn’t finished. His rage burned too hot, too deep.

Grabbing Mateo by the collar, he yanked him up before driving another brutal punch into his gut.

Mateo choked out a gasp, collapsing onto the nightstand.

The impact sent an expensive cologne bottle crashing to the floor, its scent of cedar and arrogance thickening the air.

"Fuck!" Mateo groaned, wiping the blood from his lips.

"You’re gonna regret this!"

Camila snapped. Seeing Mateo bruised and bloodied unhinged something inside her.

Without thinking, she snatched up an ornate glass lamp and swung with all her strength.

The lamp connected with the back of Javier’s head. A sickening thud rang out as pain exploded through his skull.

Warm blood trickled down his neck, seeping into his shirt.

Javier swayed but didn’t fall. He turned, vision blurred, his gaze locking onto Camila.

"Camila… what did you do?"

He searched her face, hoping for guilt, regret—some sign she still cared.

But she only lifted her chin, fire burning in her eyes as she clung to Mateo’s arm like he was her savior.

"You brought this on yourself!" she spat. "Now, get out!"

Her voice was sharp, final.

"You’re nothing, Javier. You have nothing. You can’t give me what I want. Just leave!"

Javier let out a low, bitter chuckle. No humor, only disbelief.

He had spent years working himself to the bone for her, sacrificing, ensuring she had everything she desired. And now?

Now, she had thrown him aside for this cocky asshole!

Mateo, emboldened by Camila’s venom, pointed a trembling finger at Javier.

"You heard her. Get lost. And don’t think this is over. You’ll pay for this."

Javier didn’t spare him another glance. He turned and walked away, the sting of betrayal cutting deeper than any physical wound.

The moment he stepped outside, he couldn’t control himself.

His knees buckled, the blood loss catching up to him. Darkness crept into his vision before he collapsed onto the cold pavement.

A sleek black car purred to a stop nearby.

Inside, Valeria Cortes watched the crumpled figure on the ground with mild curiosity.

One perfectly sculpted brow arched as she studied his face.

"Stop the car," she commanded.

Her driver hesitated. "Miss Cortes, he’s just some nobody."

Valeria tilted her head, her expression unreadable.

"He looks familiar. Bring him inside first." Her voice left no room for argument.

The driver obeyed.

As Javier’s unconscious body was lifted into the car, rarely does such a surprised expression appear on Valeria’s face.

"I think I know him. He looks so familiar…"