The Roman Walter Effect

Chapter 3

So to her all the time they had spent together was a nightmare.

Every love he had for her vanished instantly. 

The sound of a revving engine rolled down the street before Roman could speak again.

A yellow Ferrari drove in and stopped in front of Mira, drawing the attention of people nearby. 

The door of the driver's seat swung open and Mario climbed out, dressed in designer clothes, shoes and accessories. 

Mario was the son of the vice president of their company. Rich, spoiled and lousy. 

Mario walked toward them with the pride of someone who thought that everyone else was beneath him.

He came forward and draped his hand over Mira’s waist. 

“Brother, thanks for keeping my lady company these past few years! I’ll take it from here. From now on she’s with me.”

“Thanks too for relieving me of a futile load.” He smiled. 

Both Mira and Mario clenched at his cold words. Speechless. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll treat her like a queen.” The only word that Mario could think of. 

Roman smirked. “Of course. She's a queen to low grade men like you. Not to me.” 

“What? What is this asshole……saying?” She raised her hand, about to strike a blow but Mario, thoughtful, dragged her back. 

“The bastard orphan is not worth your time!” 

“Bastard orphan?” Roman gave a quick, sharp laugh. “It's alright!” 

Mira clenched her lips, head slightly bowed. The faint smile playing on her lips betrayed how proud she was trying to look of Mario. 

"Good luck with your Mr. Wealth.” Roman said, turned to go when Mira’s sharp voice stopped him. 

“Don’t you dare insult him! He drives a Ferrari. What do you have? A garbage truck? He earns more in a week than you in a lifetime. You come home reeking of sweat every night, and I’m tired of living like that. I won’t waste my life with someone who’ll never be more than a street cleaner.”

Each word sounded harsh, but Roman gave a steady mocking grin. Only foolish for an unwise person. 

When she finished, Mira held Mario’s arm and said sweetly, “Let’s go, honey.”

Mario nodded, still smiling. “Right, no point talking to people beneath us.”

They had barely turned toward the car when a deep roared at the corner. Heads turned as a massive black gold plated Rolls Royce drove in.

Roman recognized the sound instantly, his head flared up. The Rolls Royce didn’t stop. It drove into the pavement and crashed straight over the front of Mario’s beloved Ferrari.

The Ferrari folded under the impact, glass shattering across the pavement. The driver backed up and rolled forward again, flattening what was left into a crumpled sheet of yellow steel.

Gasps rose from the small crowd. Mira let out a gasp and clutched Mario’s arm.

“My car! My….. what is happening?” Mario stammered, too shocked to move.

The car’s engine was cut off. Silence followed. Then the driver’s door opened.

A woman stepped out tall, sexy, her long legs covered in dark stockings, her jacket opened. She wore sunglasses that reflected the damage she had done.

Roman rubbed his temple in frustration and recognition. 

Camille.

He hadn’t expected her to show up here nor did he expect her to pull such a stunt the moment she arrived. 

Telling her about the proposal of yesterday didn't mean he wanted her to show up so soon. 

She approached, ignoring the stunned crowd. “Morning, bos.…” 

The Roman shook his head to stop her.

“Not here,” Roman murmured.

Camille inclined her head, the faintest smile creeping her lips. Then, she looped her arm through his. 

Mario stared at her, eyes wide. Mira’s perfect smile faltered.

Camille’s voice was loud enough for them to hear. “I heard you're now in an open marriage?” she said, tilting her head toward Mira. “So this must be the greedy bitch. But who’s the… creature beside her?”

Her eyes met Mario's, assessing him and amused by his look. 

Sarcasm ran over her lips next. “Is this her new world's richest husband?”