The Discreet Billionaire.

Chapter 8: Hated.

"Good morning uncle Carl. How was your night?" Greeting kindly, Sergio smiled.

Though he meant to greet him but also wanted to anger his elder sister.

Vivian looked at Sergio cholerically but she waited for their mom to come and take action.

"Look who we have here. The one who tried to disrupt our wonderful party last night.."

Valeria, the eldest daughter of the family came at once to the living room wearing am exclusive red stylish max mara gown.

Carl folded his tongue in his mouth. He was boiling inside but he could only endure.

"Gosh! His face is swollen.. " said Valeria.

In disgust, she turns her face away from him.

Vincenta arrived with Sara who held her silver tray of glass cup firmly, following her anywhere she goes.

Carl feet glue on the floor when he saw her.

When he remembered what happened last night, he became furious. His heart formed a stone against her as he closed his fist tightly.

He tries to suppress his grief.

"Should I continue walking to the stairs or should I remain in the livingroom? He contemplated as he seriously wanted to avoid her because of what she did to him.

Barbara. When she saw her grandma coming to the living room, she ran to meet her, crying profusely like she was being hurt by someone..

"Grandma! Grandma!!" She cried.

A foul smile slide across Vivian's face.

"That's my baby girl, " she brimmed with a slay mind.

Barbara was only 7 years old and is already becoming like her mother.

Sara the housemaid, threw Carl a dirty stare.

Carl noticed, but he was already used to it.

Barbara pretended to be crying as sly tears overwhelmed her face. 

Vincenta was surprised to see her granddaughter sobbing and gasping together as she comes to meet her.

"Why are you crying my little Angel? What happened? " She asked at once.

She carried her on her arms and took her to have a seat on her favorite cushion, close to where Sergio sat with poise.

While his fingers was busy clicking on the screen of his phone, seeing Barbara's sudden attitude, he was not surprised.

He only glared angrily at her.

"This girl is just like her devil mother, no difference " In his mind, he snorted as he watches them.

She cried,

"Grandma! It's Sergio.. " she pointed at him.

"He called me a spoiled brat. " Her hands glides over her wet face.

Sergio! Vincenta turns at him.

"What happened son? Why did you call my Barbara a spoiled brat? Did you not notice the real spoiled brat who saw me and refused to regard my presence?"

Everyone knows she was referring to Carl who understood he cannot escape from her ssarcasm.

When entering the living room, she saw him but ignored his presence, waiting to come back at him.

Gradually, the whole situation turned against him.

He was making a stealth move to head to his bedroom upstairs.

In surprise, he looked at her. After what her and her sons did to him, she was still expecting him to regard her presence.

However, what choice does he have,

"I'm sorry. Good Morning Ma'am, " He sadly apologized and greeted.

She grinned evilly, "Don't think I wanted your greetings, it was never relevant. Seeing someone like you around already made me lose appetite for happiness. "

"Mom!!!" Sergio exclaimed in surprise as he interrupted.

"What Sergio?!" she gruffed.

"But he did nothing when he got here! Moreover, I did not see him in the party last night, I was already beginning to get worried " heartily, he said.

He probably was not aware of what happened last night.

"Yeah! Since all you do is plastering your headset over your ears and playing games, how would you know!" Rudely, little Barbara assailed with her tiny little voice.

"Hehy! Watch you mouth. Do I look like a 7 year old cry baby to you!" Sergio retorted angrily at his niece, clenching his fist tightly.

"You do behave like a 7-year-old child, even a 5-year-old bummer is better than you!" Vivian said as a comeback against Sergio.

She meant to deal with him for talking back at her previously.

"Humm... 5-year-old; like your marriage could ever last that number," Sergio fired hot at her stoutheartedly.

"What the..?!" Valeria exclaimed with surprise.

"Sergio?!" Almost shrieking, she yelled.

"Mom!! " feeling soo agitated, Vivian gassed out. She sprang up from her seat to enter her younger brother.

"Stop Vivian! Stop this Menace!" In annoyance, Vincenta hooted.

"He is the menace Mom!"

"Just shut the hell up everybody, right now!" She shouted on top of her voice.

She raised up her right hand and wrapped her fingers on her palm.

Everywhere became silent for a few seconds.

"I hope you guys did not forget that your father is still in the house and must not be disturbed, " She reminded.

Vivian halted, stocking her ferocious eyes on Sergio.

Valeria said in disapproval: "Mom! Why should Sergio talk to Vivian in such an uncouth manner? He should apologize to her right away!"

"Please Valeria. I need perfect silence right now! " Vincenta strictly warns.

Not that she can't control her youngest som, but he was like a treasure to the family especially her husband being the last born of the family.

...

Since he returned home from college few days ago, Carl became his closest friend that he could easily relate with.

It's not a surprise of how he was eager to defend him before everyone.

...

"Mom, come'n. Are you going to side with this small stout?" Vivian murmurs in disappointment.

Vincenta raised a brow and heaved deeply.

She turns to her youngest son; " Sergio. I want you to return to your bedroom this moment, " she said with a polite voice.

"But mom! I'm not the one who is at fault here. They disrespected me first " Sergio complained.

"See who's looking for respect!" Vivian jeered.

"Vivian, swallow it! " Vincenta yelled.

Vivian snorted.

"Sergio " 

Vincenta turned harsh. " I just gave you my unchanging orders. Leave this place right this very minute! " She sounded very angry from her voice.

Sergio angrily stood up from the cushion with his iphone closed in his palms.

He dragged his headset from his neck to his ears and he thumbs on the audio button from his apple music on the screen of his phone.

Instead of going to his bedroom, he quiet walked out from the house through the exit door putting his hands in the pocket of his baggy jeans. He disobeyed.

Vincenta was annoyed.

Music plays loud in his ears... He intentionally started humming the song loudly to irritate Vivian who didn't get her apology from him.

**

After he left.

Vincenta twirls towards Carl and expose a dread look at him.

Carl has already reached the stairs. Walking with stealth, hoping not to hear his name from their lips until he is out of the place.

But unfortunately he hears Madam Vincenta cussing at him.

"You bastard! Where do you think you're going? Did I order you to leave?" Vincenta bawled at him viciously.

He was absolutely stupefied that his mother-in-law voiced at him like he is a servant in the mansion when he is her son-in-law.

Has she started to control my movement in the house? He wondered.

She glares at him, "You're happy now right?

Not only did you cause a ruckus in yesterday's party, now you've succeeded in creating enmity between my son and my daughters, you rotten fool!"

"Something like you is not supposed to exist within the walls of this celestial environment. You're a bad root to this family and I'll do anything to uproot you, hear me?! She hatefully taunted at him.

Carl was absorbed by her hateful words but he manage to contain it.

Few seconds, he got his arm knocked coldly out of the way by Kylia who carried a big green box in-between her arms and bringing the box downstairs in quite a hurry.

He staggered. His feet nearly tripped on the stairs.

He gripped the holds of the bifurcated stairs to prevent himself from falling off.

"What you ordered, Mrs. Valeria," the housemaid appeared before Valeria and said.

The boss lady took her box and kept it on the table. She ordered, "Go tell Galo to get my red Audi car ready,  I'm running late already."

"Yes Ma'am," Kylia replied with a slight bow before she dismissed herself.

Carl's heart was filled with anger and fear, but the only thing he could show is his fear.

He turns to face Madam Vincenta. "What have I done this time, Ma'am?" He asked.

When he recall his last night misery, his face shrinked.

He refused to show grief on his face.

Vincenta responded to him.

"O you don't need to do anything to offend me. Seeing your face is enough to get me offended.."

"You know, I keep wondering how you were able to attract my husband for him to allow a lowlife like you marry our beautiful daughter..

The worse is that he allowed you to live here with us. "

"I believe you appeared soo pitiful and might have crawled on the floor begging on my husband's feet so you can have a name..

But I'll tell you this. You will not enjoy your stay in this house as long as I'm here. Where you belong is on the street and that's where you will find yourself soon, I promise you that!" She said with the depth of her voice then she clucked.

Vivian added..

"Boy. What you saw last night was only but the beginning," looking at him, she said with a wicked smile.

**

It was just a year and one month since he got married into the family. Day by day, his dignity began to crumble to the mud as he receives warnings and threat from the members of the family who are looking forward to ending his relationship with Camila.

What to do.

Since the morning, he have not set his eyes on his wife yet.

He did not know if she is still in the house or not.

Maybe still having a good time in the bedroom with her boss as he could painfully reflect on what he saw last night..

Though his feelings were already trampled upon. To the family, he does not have the right to get angry because he's a broke husband who feeds from their pocket.

"Get the hell out of here!" He was yelled at.

He lowered his head in silence as he walk on the stairs to return to his small apartment that is a passage away from his wife's apartment.

Since they got married, they never get too close to make love to each other.

As he walked quietly between the walls of the house, he thought of checking Camila out to know if she is still in her apartment but he became scared for his dignity as a husband.

He would be totally crushed if he sees for himself another man doing what he as a husband is supposed to be doing with her in the bedroom...