Chapter 1; His report
Javier stared at his doctor with a dropped jaw as if he had grown two horns on his head, when he heard the news that he couldn't produce a sperm to bear his own child.
Confusion washed over him, evident in his facial expression. The sofa he was sitting on suddenly became uncomfortable, prompting him to stand up and pace around the room, his hands buried in his hair as he tried to process and digest the information calmly yet he was anxious.
Turning towards his doctor, Javier sighed and asked, "What do you mean, Ronnie?" His voice was slow and strained, as he fought to hold back his emotions because he was on the verge of breaking down already.
Ronnie began, "Javier, you know we've been friends since college and I can't lie to—"
"Get to the point," Javier snapped impatiently, glaring at him.
Ronnie blurted out, "You are suffering from erectile dysfunction . I-I mean you're infertile." He quickly looked away, realizing his bluntness.
Javier furrowed his eyebrows, trying to comprehend what he had just heard.
Ronnie met his gaze again and began to explain, "What I meant was that your dick won't react to sexual pleasure ever again. Because your dick is dead." He muttered the last part in a low tune because he didn't want to make it sound offensive.
Tears welled up in Javier's eyes as he tried to digest the disheartened information, but he quickly wiped them away. "Is there any hope? Like any chances to be cured?" he asked, his voice trembling.
Ronnie remained silent for a moment before he slowly shake his head.
"I asked a fucking question!" Javier growled, frustration evident in his voice. He pulled at his hair and slowly sank to the floor.
In concerned, Ronnie rushed towards him and knelt beside him. "It's not the end of the world, Javier. Don't be too hard on yourself. Make sure you take your medication. Maybe, just maybe, there might be some changes." He tried to comfort him with his words.
"I've been taking these same medications for a whole five years but still nothing changed." Javier voiced out in frustration. "What caused this?" Javier asked, his eyes blinking away tears, as he spoke.
Ronnie stood up and walked towards his briefcase, pulling out a white envelope. He returned to Javier and said, "Based on the general scan we conducted, we noticed something—"
Javier's phone vibrated loudly, interrupting Ronnie. He waved his hand, signaling Ronnie to stop talking, and Ronnie understood, leaving the envelope behind as he quickly exited the office.
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Thirty minutes later, Javier sped into his father's mansion, nearly running over one of the clumsy servants. Fortunately, she managed to get out of the way in time
"You are fired. Get your stinking self out of this mansion." He angrily yelled out from his car window, and the female servants burst into tears and ran off.
Ignoring the garage, he parked his car in the middle of the compound, too angry to care. He stormed into the building and angrily slammed the main door shut, catching his mother's attention. She had been engrossed in whatever she was watching on the TV.
Startled, she turned to face him, with her hand on her chest. "Javier, you scared me!" she snapped. He glared at her for a moment before heading up the stairs to his room.
"You never told me about your date with Olivia. Did everything go well?" she asked, "But why are you home....." her voice trailing off as he walked away.
He abruptly stopped on the fourth step, clenching and unclenching his fists in anger. He turned around to face her, his anger evident in his expression, as he sent her murderous glare.
When she saw how angrily he looked, she quickly covered her mouth with her palm and muttered, "Just as I thought. What was I even thinking?" She probably hadn't expected him to hear it, but he did.
Ignoring her, he turned back around and continued up the stairs until he reached his room. Once inside, he stood still with his gaze wandering around as he searched for something to take his anger out on.
He was angry at everything happening in his life. Everything was a total mess. After graduating from college, he finally understood the reasons for his sudden change in behavior towards women, which stemmed from an event seven years prior. Just the thought of it made him develop cold feet, as Ronnie's words kept repeating in his head.
His gaze finally landed on the mirror, and without a second thought, he strode across the room, lifted his fist, and threw a powerful punch, shattering the glass on the floor.
Blood dripped from his hand, "Ahh...!" causing him to groan in pain as he cradled his injured hand. He wondered when all the pains he felt inside his heart would end. It was seriously eating him up, not after hearing Ronnie's report which literally worsened everything.
"Why won't Dad leave you alone? You're old enough to make your own decisions," his little sister's voice broke through his thoughts. He turned to see her walking into his room, her doll in her lap. Her eyes widened when she saw his bleeding fist.
"Javier, stop hurting yourself when you're angry. You need to see a doctor before your wound gets infected," Fabby said, concern evident in her voice as she moved closer to him.
"What are you doing in my room, Fabby?" He demanded, stopping her in her tracks. He glared down at her, but she simply shrugged her shoulders.
She was one hell of a spoilt kid, who always find it fun to get on the family's nerves, but then Javier is always there to defend her no matter what.
"Dad is back and he's demanding your presence downstairs. I came to inform you! So don't think too high of yourself!" Fabby yelled rudely, glaring back at him as she clenched her Barbie doll to her chest.
"Did you just raise your voice at me, Fabby?" he asked, stepping closer to her to pull her ears.
"Here's a little secret, Javier. Olivia's dad was here, and from the look of things, he seemed very angry before he left. I think it's related to why Dad is demanding your presence," Fabby explained smartly, trying to ignore his previous question—and succeeding—before turning her back and walking out of his room.
Fabby's words made him pause. He quickly wiped the blood from his hands and made his way downstairs to see his father.
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As he reached the bottom of the stairs, but before he could process what was happening, a strong palm landed on his face, " Ow...!" Causing him to let out a moan of pain. He stared angrily at his father, still holding his hurting cheek.
His gaze then shifted to his mother, who had a shocked expression on her face before she quickly looked away. She was helpless and couldn't stand up against her husband's demands, forcing her son to marry an indecent woman solely for their social status. She was so ashamed of her husband's actions, but yet she had no say.
"Have you not brought enough shame upon me, Javier?!" His father exclaimed furiously, pacing around the large sitting area with his hand on his waist. "Your pictures are all over the news, Javier! Rumors are spreading that the multi-billion dollar player is now gay because of how you humiliated Olivia in front of the whole world. My own son is gay!" He exclaimed, finding it hard to believe.
"Well… they can think whatever they want, do I look like I care?" Javier scoffed, feeling undisturbed about the whole thing.
His Dad turned to him, moving closer, but Javier stood his ground, refusing to retreat. "What happened on the date you and Olivia went for?" His Father demanded, "And if you dare lie to me, Javier, I will slap you again." He threatened.
Javier chuckled softly and defiantly exclaimed, "Go ahead, Father! Give it your best shot!"
Chapter 2 Chapter 2: Refusing offer. Javier smirked at his father, and after some minutes he asked, "You mean the date you forced me to go ? Well...she deserved everything I said and did to her," he stated firmly, clasping his hands behind his back. Mr. Reyes's hand moved swiftly through the air to slap Javier once again, but he anticipated it and quickly caught hold of his father's hand and pushed it away. "What do you want from me, Dad? Haven't you used me enough? Answer me, haven't you?" Javier erupted, throwing his hands up in the air angrily, as his chest kept rising and falling in rage. Javier had always been disappointed in his father since he was a child. He couldn't comprehend how a man who claimed to be his biological father would sacrifice his son's lifelong happiness for the sake of his company's partnership with Mr. Alverdo. He was disgusted by his father's selfishness, which led him to refuse his father's demands. He might as well do his worst because he was not read
During the ride, Elvis decided to strike up a conversation, thinking carefully about what he wanted to say. However, Javier was still on the phone with Fabby, who was reporting something to him. Elvis noticed that Javier's face was scrunched up in anger and he was clutching his right hand into a fist. "Alright, Fabby," Javier said, ending the call and gnashing his teeth. "Javier, is everything okay?" Elvis asked, turning to Javier. Javier shook his head. "Daddy always wants to have his way all the time," he complained. Elvis sighed. "Then you should involve grandpa in this before it gets out of hand," he suggested. Javier nodded in agreement. "I think..." Suddenly, “Aaaah!!” Elvis screamed and slammed on the brakes. "Holy fuck!" he cursed, fear visible in his eyes, as he breathed heavily. Javier turned to him, wondering why he was freaking out; Like he saw a ghost. "What happened?" Javier asked, knowing something big must have scared him. "Javier, I accidentally splashed mud on
Elvis's car sped into his building, and the automatic gate closed behind them. Javier was the first to exit the car, storming into Elvis's house in a fit of anger as he kept cursing endlessly under his breath, while Elvis followed behind, finding amusement in the incident that had occurred an hour ago. He knew that was the reason for Javier's anger.Javier sat angrily on the couch, still struggling to believe the audacity of the woman who had slapped his face without any fear. He was curious about her identity."Can you believe that lady? She was so brave and full of energy. I'm still stunned that she wasn't even scared of you like the others," Elvis exclaimed, laughing as he sat down on the couch opposite Javier.Javier glared at him and scoffed, rolling his eyes."Ladies like her still exist! Whoa!" He continued to praise Natalie non-stop."More reason why I'm going to make her life miserable. I will ruin her," Javier growled, clenching his fists, plotting revenge against Natalie. He
Olivia stood at the entrance of the door. She was the devil, just as Elvis had claimed. ‘Did she really have to come here, of all places?’ Javier thought and hissed. He had already reached his limit. First, it was his father, then that crazy lady who had the audacity to slap him, and now he had to deal with this woman too. His eyes remained fixed on the door without blinking. After a few minutes of scanning the club room, Olivia's gaze finally landed on them. She wore a devilish smirk as she cat-walked towards them like the model she is. While Javier pretended to be engrossed in his cell phone, secretly plotting numerous schemes against her. She finally reached their table and realized there were no empty seats. Her gaze wandered around, as they finally landed on a couple enjoying their time together. She approached them seeking the attention she desired from Javier. Olivia intentionally caused a scene by forcefully displacing the lady from her seat, causing her to fall to the groun
The sun's rays streamed through Olivia's large glass windows, illuminating her face and causing her to stir in bed. However, she remained still and made no effort to rise. Her cell phone continuously buzzed with incoming messages, prompting her to reach out and retrieve it from her bedside table. In doing so, she suddenly felt a jolt and nearly lost her balance while attempting to stand. Instantly, a peculiar and intense headache overwhelmed her, causing her to clutch her head with her right hand in hopes of alleviating the pain. Unfortunately, her efforts proved futile, as she kept hissing in pain. Olivia's steps faltered as she approached her expansive dressing mirror. Her reflection startled her, causing her to pause and her mouth hang open. It felt as though she was gazing at a completely different person. She appeared disheveled, despite her efforts to muster the little energy she had left to shower the previous night. She suspected she had cried herself to sleep, given her re
Alverdo continued to call various contacts, as he drove on the highway in an attempt to bring down his daughter's viral video, but all of his efforts were unsuccessful. No one wanted to get involved because they were aware of Javier's reputation and didn't want to risk getting on his bad side. "Why haven't you been answering my calls?" he angrily lashed out at the CEO of a TV broadcasting service in New York, frustrated by the time she took to pick up. "I'm busy. What do you want?" she said nonchalantly, already knowing why he was calling her non-stop. "Tell your team to take down my daughter's viral video from their broadcast immediately," he commanded, his voice threatening. "And who are you to give me such an order?" she scoffed loudly over the phone. "Just so you know, Javier has instructed us not to take it down until he says so. I'm sorry, but your request cannot be granted," she replied. "I can give you $200 million," Alverdo offered desperately. "Javier offered $2 billion
Javier and Elvis sat in the mansion garden, with Elvis unable to stop laughing at the funny comments on Olivia's viral video. The video was gaining a lot of attention online effortlessly. "Bro, you've made Olivia go viral again, but in a bad way," Elvis said between laughs. "The comments are brutal. People can be so cruel on the internet," he added, scrolling through his phone and still laughing. "She really picked the wrong person to mess with," Javier muttered, sipping his wine. He couldn't shake the image of the woman who had slapped him few days ago from his mind, and he was growing impatient with his men for taking so long to find her information. Elvis was scrolling through his newsfeed when he came across an advertisement from an event planning company. The banner picture featured two familiar faces - the woman who had slapped Javier and her best friend. Without saying anything to Javier, he quietly saved the picture on his phone. “Any updates on the girl you've been search
“Hey, cutie," Olivia said, still smiling and ignoring her question."That doesn't answer my question, and stop smiling like a crazy psychopath before I throw you out of my house," Fabby yelled, pushing her with her little hands. She felt disgusted by her presence.Olivia chuckled before deciding to introduce herself. "My name is Olivia, and I'm your brother's girlfriend and future wife."Fabby's expression was priceless as she couldn't believe the woman her father was trying to set up with her brother was standing right in front of her. She vowed to give her a piece of her mind. "So you're Olivia?" she suddenly asked, to which Olivia quickly nodded with a smile. "So you're the shameless woman forcing herself on my brother."Olivia thought to herself, "Okay, that was rude." She couldn't believe a young child, who she assumed to be around five or six years old, could use such harsh words on her."I will never let my brother marry--""Fabby, will you be quiet," Reyes yelled sternly as he