The Billionaire's Collateral Husband Chapter 3
The ghost-silence is making Paul deaf from his own racing heartbeat. The crowd is thinking, even whispering to their partners. Paul is gnashing his teeth when looking at his lunatic boss.
He wants to know his worth as a person, not his worth in cash! Connor is so crazy about his resignation—that is why he is putting it on the verge of his serenity. Paul wants to cry when his eyes are turning reddish.
A woman raised an exact bill.
"For five hundred thousand pesos, going once, going twice—"
The MC halted his words when another raised it for seven hundred. Paul is quivering when he cannot contain his heart out.
The crowd like him, but when they purchased him. . . it would be the end of his life. These billionaires are crazy rich and even doing some dirty tricks.
"ONE MILLION PESOS GOING ONCE—"
Another one raised a placard.
"ONE POINT FIVE!" he shouted out of excitement, not until Paul finds someone familiar that is looking at him all this time.
His lips are parting when he speculates his ex-sugar daddy!
Mr Davon is patiently waiting for their bid to go higher.
"THREE MILLION!" the MC is happily screaming on the microphone. But, unfortunately, the crows keep on having constant pressure to steal him. Connor is raising his brows at him while Paul forcefully shakes the cage.
The crowd is calm until Mr Davon port raised his bet.
"FIVE MILLION PESOS FOR THE HIGHEST BID! GOING ONCE—GOING TWICE. . . "
No one raised a placard until Paul wanted to faint inside of the cage. Whatever happens, he would never go back to Mr Davon port because of what he did in the past.
The sugar daddy found him after six years of his hideous activities. Paul's eyes are begging Connor to set him free from this cage. The crowd is chattering but another one raised.
"SEVEN MILLION PESOS!" The atmosphere is now getting hotter, while Connor is now feeling the rush and guilt. He could see the face of Paul seeking mercy this time around.
He gulped when gripping on the placard.
"Anyone who would be grabbing a steal?" The MC asked again. Out of nowhere, Mr Davon raised a ten million deal.
The crowd is shaking—even Paul. His lower lip is quivering when seeing the severe face of Davon. That face where he can feel his avenging ways.
Paul wants to pee on his slacks when looking those puffy and tensed eyes at Connor. His facial expression is not typical for him—there must be something else that he is scared of… that is why Connor flips his placard urgently.
"WHOOPING TWELVE MILLION!" The crowd gasped! They don't see it coming for someone to bid such a high price for that ex-secretary.
Mr Davon looks in the direction of Connor, so does he sighs deeply. The place is screaming luxury, and so does everyone who is crazy about money.
The ex-sugar daddy of Paul gave him simpered smile.
"FIFTH TEEN MILLION!" Even Paul himself is so shaken when his ex-sugar daddy desperately wants to buy him.
Connor is also tensed because that Davon is one of the leading drug lords. Paul is screaming for mercy between those chocolate eyes he had for his boss.
Mr Davon smiles playfully. "TWENTY MILLION!" Paul is panting in terror when the eyes of Davon are locking its gaze at him. He could see his tongue slightly licking the edge of his lips.
Connor is panicking inside of his head. It feels like his soul is eroding when Paul would be gone by his side. This is the moment when it all sinks in. . . Connor needs his collateral secretary-- more than he hates him.
"Going once—going twice. . . No one would be stealing the twenty million?" the MC asked the crowd, and they are not reacting. Paul's face dulled in what Connor did.
He did the most disastrous thing in his life. The pompous-ass Vozinelik's hand is quivering when flipping the placard on his hand.
"No one? If that is the case. . . For twenty million pesos. The collateral secretary of Connor is now yours—"
All of them stopped when seeing the final bet of Connor, and he doubled the price. But, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. Paul finally feels what that quote is saying all of his life.
The price is absurd for someone to purchase a human. No one in the crowd would gamble that much money for just a retiring prime secretary. Mr Davon has no choice but to shrug his shoulder and look at his ex-sugar baby being at Connor.
The MC slams the table for the final bet of forty million pesos.
AFTER that night, Paul Victoria had countless nightmares because of the trauma. He is afraid to see someone in his dreams. . . especially—Mr Davon Davidson.
Paul is panting when getting up from the bed to get lukewarm water.
"Curse you Connor you will have to pay for this!" Paul is gritting his chattering teeth when thumping on the wooden table and gripping his black hair.
HE woke up lifeless. He doesn't have a face to go inside the V company because of what his lunatic boss did. Paul is silently wiping his tears away out of the humiliation it creates inside of his system.
The car stops at a convenience store near the national highway. Paul sighed. "I take one pack of Philips cigarette," he murmured as the cashier punched it with his credit card.
Her brows are creasing. "Sir, the card is empty; I think it's freeze," she said and when he looks at it. . . sure is, Connor blocks his bank account! Luckily, there are no people around to hear the complaint.
He grumpily takes the exact cash out of his wallet. Outside of the convenience store. . .Paul Victoria is smoking his stress away. He turned off his phone for his boss not to bug him in his vacant hours.
He is crossing his legs while letting out a thick smoke in the polluted city air. There are still evasive things that his mind keeps on track by the face of his ex-sugar dad.
Mr Davon is his bottom before, and Paul left him because he doesn't want to be affiliated with drugs and syndicates. Nevertheless, their romance left a mark on his soul.
"Everything is the same, "his words are bitter, just like the first time he tasted a cigarette.
His word is heard by someone who is walking straight at him. The man is smoking, too, as he sits down by his side. The tapping of Paul's finger stops when he can smell a familiar scent beside him.
His hands are shaking briskly. "You keep on hiding for some years. . . five I guess?" That voice sends a shiver to his spine and delivers coldness all over his feet and hands.
"I-I don't know you," Paul Victoria keeps on stuttering when a hand wraps on his back. Mr Davon blew a cloud of smoke on his face. The smoke is thick—just like the face of Paul, who is saying those audacious words.
"You don't know the person who you owe?" Davon derisively conveys his words at him, striking it to the bones.
"Don't try to run. . . I am avenging your stubbornness before, Paul. I said I will take care of you and your wife—as long as you would be staying in my Mafia. Your head is like a rock—"
Mr Davon doesn't continue what he is saying when Paul run towards his car, but his head bangs on the cold aluminium of the vehicle. The hence man of Mr Davon is pinning him right in front of the angry drug lord.
"I already said to you. . . be good," his eyes are gazing at him while blowing his face some thick smoke. Then, an evil laugh is heard from him.
"I don't owe you anything! I go out because I don't want to be affiliated to your dirty business!" Paul safeguarded himself.
A handcuff is locked onto his hands, but he is still fighting. Mr Davon slams his head on the car, and it makes his mouth bleed inside. Paul can feel the iron taste of his blood, but his eyes don't want his tears to drop.
"I will report you to the police. . . or I will exile you to a far away land—"
Their conversation is interrupted when they heard someone shout from a distance.
"What are you doing with my secretary?" Connor Carter Vozinelik confronted the Davidson.
"Feels your hand is resentful towards him," he added.
Mr Davon throws his cigar on the ground and squeezes it with his feet as the ashes turn black. An indignant smile draws on his face.
"I have a business to deal with him," he replied arrogantly.
Connor scoffs when looking at Paul. However, deep inside his chest, he wants to punch this Davon when he keeps pushing his face hard on the car.
"Who you are to him?" Mr Davon cynically asked him. They don't trust each other as much as Connor feels at him.
The CEO gives a gap-toothed smile before he leans on the vehicle. "I'm sorry but you are hurting my husband."
The Billionaire’s Collateral Husband Chapter 4 MR DAVON Davidson is startled when hearing what Connor mentioned. His hands automatically push his face more tightly on the car’s front. Then, finally, he scoffs out of the ridiculous idea. “I thought Connor has a—“ “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?” Paul Victoria doesn’t want Connor to hear what Mr Davidson wanted to expose about him. But, unfortunately, it’s all in the past, and he tried to escape the bittersweet experiences. The cold drug lord gives a smug smirk towards the face of his ex-sugar baby. His face is not like before, in which he is so caring and in love with every move and talk he made. “Why? Are you afraid to expose your other filthy secrets?” a grumpy chuckle is heard from his as Connor walks straight at him. The CEO could witness the blood voluntarily escaping from his lip
The Billionaire’s Collateral Husband Chapter 5“WHAT if I will lose my job? What would my family and friends say about me?” Paul Victoria talks with himself in front of the vague mirror. His hand wipes it slate clean to reflect his image.He could see in his eyes the anxiety of what Davon and Connor bring to him. Also, how about his family, who is relying on him? Paul wanted to scratch the mirror, but his fingernails are slipping away from the slippery texture.The water from the bucket is overflowing without him noticing its flow. The pounding of his heart is the only one making him deaf from his surroundings. “I cannot go back to Connor… I don’t want to see the face of that Lunatic!” with a faint smash from the mirror, and Paul continues his bath.He needs to find a way how to escape his trap. However, it’s the same
The Billionaire’s Collateral Husband Chapter 6A MONTH had passed when Dylan is scrolling on the screen of his phone. “I heard your mother gave birth to your half-brother,” Connor intriguingly asked him.“Yeah, I will go today at the hospital. It’s in Manila,” he responded with a bit of nervousness and a slight hint of excitement. His friend Paul Victoria peeps at the phone to see his adorable newborn brother.“Just like you,” he complimented as a broad smile is created on the face of Dylan. “I want to go with you. Unfortunately, Sir Luke is not here to accompany you for today,” Paul said in a serene manner as they both go to the parking lot.The red Ferrari of Lord Luke that was his gift to his little wife is shinier than the future of Paul inside the bound contract of his lunatic boss. Finally,
The Billionaire's Collateral Husband Chapter 7PAUL'S pupils are dilating from his words. Hand are turning into a fist as the veins are pumping blood faster—making the back of his earshot. His lunatic boss gives a cold sneer from the corner of the window.Connor doesn't even care about the holding of his salary. He doesn't have a gist where would his prime secretary pay it for. "Sir… please, I need to money for the hospital bills—""I don't care," he cuts his words without any hesitations and guilt inside of his chest. That line keeps on rolling inside his head repeatedly! Paul wants to cry, beg and kneel in front of him because there is no audience watching for his swallowed pride."Sir, please! My nephew is in the hospital. I need the money," he keeps on telling the facts, which Connor doesn't want to accept. "I will pay for the bills," the CEO muttered whil
The Billionaire’s Collateral Husband Chapter 8THE DAYS of Paul keeps on stressing the shit out of him. His initiative to take a glance at his back kicks in after he entered the V building. He sees Dylan with baby Cali walking past the reception area.The baby is now going to be a two years old baby this year.“Dada!” his words are still babbling when escaping from his mouth. However, Cali is now getting used to walking by himself by balancing his feet and hand at the same time. Not perfect, but manageable. His practice always makes progress.“Cali! You are now good at walking!” Paul takes him from the ground, and he is clapping his hands. “Say… Uncle,” Paul keeps on teaching the child—but he pointed out from a distance.He then watches who is the one catching his attention. Paul’s body fre
The Billionaire’s Collateral Husband Chapter 9“WHY the CEO doesn’t go with you, Paul?” Sister Joy asked the secretary. Paul remained wordless until he gave a box of food for the kids inside the orphanage.“Sir Connor is busy this day. I apologize for his absence, by the way, let the other members of the orphanage bring it inside.” Paul brings down another box of refreshment. It was a total of three boxes for this week.He is rest assured, Mr Mateo Vozinelik is delightful to witness him taking care of his left treasures. Sister Joy pats his back, but a familiar voice shouted from a safe distance beneath the grotto.“Sir!” It’s the voice of Roy and running towards him. Paul is stunned by his warm hug. “I miss you! Where is sir Connor?” he asks in a sleek way.The edge of Pau
The Billionaire’s Collateral Husband Chapter 10PAUL VICTORIA nearly drops his phone when listening to the nurse who is calling him via the line.“I-I will come where is the clinic?” he inquired.“Near the BCG sir,” said by the nurse.The secretary is now having his peaceful meal for this night, but suddenly a gloomy news destroys his enjoyment. Paul tsked out of his annoyance and then brushed his teeth.With only his shorts and T-shirt, he manages to drive fast by his motorcycle. Paul is like the king of the highway as he is going through even the smallest space between vehicles.BGC is not far from his location and he manages to arrived few minutes after the call. Paul is anxious about this place.The small clinic where the nurse said is right in front of his quivering body. His knees so soft to walk. Paul is ambivalent tonight. If he enter the establishment—for sure. . . Mr Davon is
The Billionaire’s Collateral Husband Chapter 11“DOES it hurt when I pressed it?” Doctor Cameo asked Connor when he is constantly checking his injured foot.“A-A little bit,” Connor keeps on stuttering when the pain is present.“You still have a twisted ankle. Hold on for some weeks, it’s only about three days for now,” Cameo said with all of his empathy for the CEO. Paul comes back from the kitchen to serve both of their breakfast.“I still don’t take a bath for three days… This is so embarrassing!” Connor keeps on nagging at him. However, the doctor finds a brilliant idea for his annoyance. “Paul can still wash you but not your injured part. Lay it down on a chair, milord.” He keeps on eating his breakfast—but Paul is bothered by his foolish idea. Cameo gave him medicines before he left the room. His secretary handled the plates to the maid as he closed the door.Paul is silent when looking at him. Neither Connor wants to state his request first.