The Discreet Billionaire.

Chapter 6: Horrible.

"Should I give these beautiful present to Carl? What has he done for me than to buy me some petty stuffs with the cheap penny he gets from father;

"Nah, Damn him. This comp ain't going anywhere pass em.'  I'll rather give it to my sweetheart boss, Oliver. He's definitely going to appreciate me with something very special and classy that would suit my level.."

"He'll get me the red Mustang-gt-premium-convertible car I urged him to buy for me next week, something Carl would never be able to get even if he work his ass all over the world for decades. "

Camila glared at the mirror in her bedroom while having an odious inexorable thought about her husband, she then brace up when her thoughts return to thinking about Oliver, she smiled with a romantic look on her face and licking her lips in a quite sexual way.

She was busy fixing her face makeups as she plans on going out for a party with her classy friends..

It's obvious that she did not care if her husband was hurt or not, she felt emotionless when she thinks about him,

she did not even bother to give him a phone call.

It was her father's wish to get her married, but mysteriously, it was actually her father best friend's dying wish to get her married to Carl which surprised the entire household.

but what was the reason?

Who is this best friend of Mr. Edgardo that would drive him to make such an honorable decision?!

It was already concluded in the clouds and Camila had no choice as her father strongly affirmed. She decides to please her father and she agreed to tie knot with Carl. 

It was a very strange and annoying thing to the family as to why an impoverished man like Carl out of the entire men in the world was selected by their father to engage and marry his most beautiful daughter.

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A year before the death of Mr. Edgardo best friend, it was young Carl who single-handedly rescued his family from a very drastic situation that could cost all their lives.

And when he was about to die, he made his very rare wish because he has always wanted his own son to marry Mr. Edgardo's youngest, pretty and very beautiful daughter; but since he never had a son, he allowed Carl as a placement of his son.

Mr. Edgardo made sure to grant the wish of his best friend, and at that time, both Carl and Camila were together, twenty-two years of age when they finally got married. But as it was quite predicted, their marriage that started with care from both parties never florished with love and happiness but filled with hate and disgust because Carl was a poor guy from a poor background.

But the man who had placed Carl in that position was a very wealthy billionaire,

Why was Carl still living poor?

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<[n the store room]

The hot pain reverted again, he could still feel the strong pain of the several stings he has gotten from the mighty parade of the ant soldiers on the ground.

"I thought this place was supposed to be a cozy environment. Why am I being stunged by ants here?" Carl croaked in agony as he kept a sprawling stance on the ground, watching the terrifying sight of the soldier ants roaming around.

He turned his back to the door. The door was locked on him, seeming to him like he was being imprisoned by his in-laws. 

Have he not had enough of the wickedness his in-laws are showing to him for him to make a decision for his life?!

Carl looked up to heaven as he spoke to expose his solemn misery and all the knavery and frolic wickedness shown to him in the Chavez home.

"God, why is it me you choose to draught with pains? What have I done to deserve all of this?" Tears rapidly welled up and sprang out on his already red face as his eye socket reveals a man who is going through torments?. 

"Why do you chose to make me this poor? Is this my destiny in life?"

"My dad keeps saying that there are bright days ahead for me. But what could make my life more miserable.. Watching the woman I loved with all of my heart and can die for being wrapped romantically in the arms of another man in my presence?!"

"...Even if she hates me this much, at least she supposed to come to my aid when her brothers were beating the hell out of me till I found myself in this dirty chamber.."

"Am I this cursed? Does anyone even care about my life, what if I had died at the process?! "

Carl used his shaky hands to rumple his already tousled hair while mumbling quietly in pain.

He looked up again but he could only see beyond the ceilings as the insight of the heavens were exposed to his soul.

Please Lord, have mercy on me. Save me from all this. Help me to restore my dignity as a husband," Carl knees fell on the floor as he gapped between his legs and his chest already stuffed with sweat and tears like he had taken a shower of wet mud.

*

Why does he keen on being with Camila when he can just cancel his marriage with her? But of course, who would have a sight of such a celestial body who has atoms of crystaline glittering on her face and her lips as red as blood with such a gorgeous curvy shape and her hair like the goddess of beauty and will want to end a marriage with a lady of such qualities?

But that was just a little of what made Carl to love her dearly. His affection and loyalty to his wife was from his very pure and good heart and his love for Camila was purer than anything in the world. He was never lusting for her but was deeply in love with her and thinks he could be able to sort ways to save his marriage and find a way for her to love him back the same way he'd loved her which mostly did not appear to be successful, as most of times, he is being threatened with divorce letters and even her vile brothers will not allow him to get so close to her despite her being his wife... 

In spite of the respect and loyalty he displayed for his wife and her family, she scoffed at it and sniffed it to the muds. He hardly realized that it was not enough to make her respect him and adore his presence being a broke husband.

Her friends who knew her husband would often insult her indirectly and it causes her to fume in annoyance whenever she sees Carl's face.

***

"Let me out of here!" He shouted, banging the door of the store room that almost resembled a prison house.

What have the Chavez done to their own son-in-law as he gasped for air inside the room with a very toxic temperature and offensive smells.

Suddenly, three maids of the Chavez mansion cracked through the locks of the door and dragged the door open when they saw their bosses son-in-law leaping on the ground like an imbecile. He happened to fall off to the ground after the door got dragged open by Sara who is one of the top maids of the Chavez mansion.

The three maid-servants pushed themselves backwards nauseously at the sight of Carl's disgustful condition, but only one of them, Julia Brucio had solemn pity for Carl and was angry of the way the Chavez family were maltreating him.

Julia's eyes holds the unpleasant view of the numerous ants in the store room and quickly, she dashed pass Carl's shivering body as he struggles to stand up to his feet feeling very weak and hungry, 

"How does this sort of chamber exist within the walls of the Chavez environment?" In the depth of her mind, she asked herself using her latin language as she employed a mop and some buckets of water to get rid of the terrible ants on the floor. But first, she protected herself with some pair of gloves and a well shady but crappy boots that was always kept in the store so she wouldn't get stung.

Definitely, this was not the only store room in the Chavez mansion, but it seemed like they'd wanted to punish Carl for interrupting their party.

Carl whose butt rest on the floor felt too ashamed to look at the face of the Maids.

At the time, he felt like the housemaids were far better than him as he does not have a mouth for himself. He ducked his face beneath to the ground and press deeply on the surface of his right arm in shame..

The remaining two of the maids disgustfully sneered at Carl and didn't try to help him get up on his feet. In detestation, they desist to say a word to him but they seriously wanted to smirch on him.

"He thinks he could find love with a classy lady like Madam Camila without having any money, what a crackpot he is" Ligia scornfully said with a whispering voice as she stated epithetically with an hateful aura circulating around her face, "Why didn't Madam Vincenta send Kylia or the others to come clean this fool up," she yelled.

Carl could hear the insults and felt it drowning in his heart, but he could only gulp at it as he is already in a physical and emotional trauma...