The Discreet Billionaire.

Chapter 3: Heartbroken.

A bottle of Hennessy was angrily thrown at Carl from the entrance of the mansion, causing a very disturbing noise in the neighborhood.

Two muscular looking men could be seen rushing to the gate. Carl firmed, his eyes strongly fixed on the window of the bedroom with his heart beating fast.

With anger, he yells his wife's name, fearing that another man was about to defile her before his eyes.

Pablo Chavez, the eldest son of the Chavez family threw another bottle at the gate. The shards of the broken bottle splattered around Carl, yet he was unmoved.

"Idiot! Did you not understand that you are not allowed inside this place!" Pablo growled viciously. He picked up an iron rod kept at the side of the garage and squeeze his fist on it.

The whole party was suddenly disrupted by the scenery. At 1:00 a.m, everyone in the house began to come outside.

His Mother-in-law begs the guest to return to the house and continue the party.

"Please everyone, I'll take care of this. Do not worry, keep enjoying the party! " She said.

The guest returned to the house.

With her eyes burning with anger, Vincenta frowned at her son-in-law who kept twitching the gate to open.

Galo rushed out of his apartment after he realized what was happening.

Open that damn gate! Marco yelled at Galo, tightly holding the neck of a bottle and Pablo was ready to unleash his rod on his brother-in-law, not considering that he is his little sister's husband.

Hold on boys! Vincenta ordered.

She went to meet Carl who has just entered the residence.

PaoW!

He received a powerful slap on his face and his eyes dazzled.

Stunned, he strongly glared at her face.

Pablo and Marco where getting very impatient with Carl and just wanted to break him into a million pieces.

"Yes! He deserves that!" Wickedly, Galo grinned at Carl.

Carl gritted his teeth, absorbing the pain, he cupped his hand on his cheek.

He was surprised.

"Why did you slap me Ma'am? Why is another man with Camila in our bedroom?" Pointing at the window, he voiced with a red face.

Vincenta scoffed at him.

"That is my daughter's bedroom you fool. You have no matrimonial bed in this house as far as I'm concerned! Whether you like it or not, she has the right to bring whomsoever she wants inside her bedroom, let that stick into that little stupid brain of yours!" She noted to him.

Just then. Camila walked out of the house and stood between the two pillars. She was wearing her night robe that was loosed for the very first time.

Carl, since he got married to her, he'd never seen even the middle line between her breast. She appeared half naked as he could see her humongous breasts and pink panties under her transparent silky robe.

He was astonished and his eyes flashed open.

She rest a shoulder on one of the pillars and folded her arms. She remained impassive as she glared at her poor husband.

"Camila!" He called in agape.

After few seconds, a young man came of the entrance door, appeared half naked wearing a short pant and a white couple robe just like the one his wife was wearing.

The robe was not tied as he could see the hairy chest, six pack and bony member of the man surfacing outside.

He recognizes the man as his wife's boss, Oliver.

The young man raised his bottle of whiskey up and gulp the substance in his mouth.

His dazzling eyes were filled with total lust for Camila's gorgeous body that in front of Carl, he went to her and hugged her passionately from behind, kissing her severally on her cheek, he released a pervert smile on his face.

Carl eyes burns with rage when he saw them. He clutched his grip with all his strength.

"You bastard! Leave my wife alone!" He growled with venom. He wanted to attack Camila's boss when he received a hard punch on his jaw by Marco who stopped him.

"Uhrgg!" Carl groaned.

"You moron, you should have just payed heed and listen to my mother, you wouldn't have witnessed your wife being mauled by another man that is soo much better than you!" Marco razzed at his throbbing brother-in-law.

Pablo snorted and forcefully bunk his bottle of hennessy on Carl's head and Carl crashed to the floor and groans in pain.

Seeing another man cuddling his wife was a lot for him.

His wife's boss, Oliver glared at him with grimace.

He frowned. Showing no regard for Carl, he turns to Camila..

"Babe, let's return inside the house and continue enjoying ourselves, " While creasing a brow, he said and kissed her cheek.

He did not feel even the slightest of pity for her poor husband as he made him watched with anger.

Camila smiled at her hot boss. She did not say a word to her husband as her boss started dragging her inside the house with a tight hug.

Carl could not hold it. With his strength, he stood up to attack Oliver but he was brought down again but by Pablo who uncontrollably broke a bottle on his head.

Wincing in pain, Carl had his hands over his head as he returns to the floor.

Pablo seemed drunk at the time. He wanted to smash another bottle on him again..

"Stop Pablo! " Vincenta ordered. Although, she sorely wanted to teach Carl a lesson for trying to disrupt the already blossoming party.

Despite her order, Marco her second son advanced and slammed his iron rod on Carl's head, pretending to be drunk as well.

Instead, Vincenta felt more satisfied seeing Carl in pain.

Glad enough, non of the guests were aware of what was happening. They were all having their fun inside the house.

Carl was weak and hungry.

The only thing he could say from his mouth was "Camila" before his eyeballs shut within his lashes as his skin began to rule out the lids. He fainted.

"Is this fool playing dead now, mother?" Pablo sparked angrily. He quickly became conscious from his drunkenness.

Vincenta was not moved to see Carl in such state. She was happy that he could see the reality of being an indigent husband. She furrowed her brows as she curved her waist, bending her right upper limb to rest her palms.

"What sort of a wasted soul is this?" She snorted angrily.

She was quite trouble because of her husband. He was never in the same page with her.

Already, he has gone on a business trip and could return very early before the rising of the sun tomorrow.

She said to her sons;

"Boys, you'll have to tidy up this shamble. You know your father must not get to know what has happened to him. "

After she said, she glared at Carl one more time before she threw her face irritatingly away from him and return to meet the guests inside the mansion.

The two ruthless sons felt like throwing Carl's body out of the residence.

"How can I stain this precious hands of mine on this asshole.. "

"Does he think he could have his way with our baby sister. Stupid clown, he will never," with sarcasm speaking from the tone of his voice, Pablo said.

"Not only that brother. I wished Oliver bangs her enough to bake us some billionaire cake. He is her boss afterall and the son of the richest billionaire in the city who will inherit most of his father's whole fortune, who else is worthy?" Scrutinizing Carl's fatality, Marco said with a closed fist.

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 [The Next Morning]

Carl woke up suddenly and felt his leg burning like it's being set ablazed. He tried to stand up but he discovered his forehead is tightly strapped with bandage. 

He found himself in an unkempt room which he could remember as the store room which was once used as an abattoir for Mr. Edgardo's birthday party.

The room smells rotten as flies could be seen hovering around the quarters of the room..

Carl was laid on a bed made for slaves as the wood of the bed brittles on any move he makes. He was trying to find the cold ground to step on.

He tilted his head and forcefully pushed his feet at the corners of the bed until he feels the ground.

Unfortunately when he found the ground, he was bitten terribly by a large army of soldier ants parading on the floor.

"Arrgh!! My leg!!" He cried and swiftly withdrew his feet back to the top of the bed.

There was very unbearable hot temperature inside the room. No single facility was fixed within the quarters, not even an handfan could be seen anywhere around the room.

He was deeply clutched with agony trying to remember what occurred last night.

He fainted after being knocked out by his wicked brother-in-laws, he could clearly remember.

"My wife!" His mind quickly reflected. His heart trembles. He did not care if he is stunged by the battalions of soldier ants roaming on floor in the room, he dropped his feet on the ground as he struggled to reach for the door to exit the place. Already, his face was brimming with pain as it was not long before he felt a sting under his feet.

All that kept ringing in his mind, "Did she let him?? D..Did she sleep with him in our bedroom?? "

His eyes were red and his face stuffed with sweats...