MY RICH EX-BOYFRIEND FORCED ME TO MARRY A STARVING BEGGAR IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA TO HUMBLE ME. HE THOUGHT IT WAS HIS GREATEST SUCCESS. BUT WHEN WE WERE AT THE ALTAR, WHAT THE MAN IN THE SHIRT DID WAS CONTINUE TO CRUSH THE BILLIONAIRE’S EMPIRE.
The Cruel Agreement
I’m Clara. It’s been a year since my ex-boyfriend Julian destroyed our family. Julian was an arrogant billionaire and CEO of a large investment firm. Because I broke up with him after I caught him with another woman, he retaliated. He used his money and influence to bring down my father’s small business, causing him to have a heart attack and eventually die.
We are deep in debt, and my mother is now dying in the hospital and needs five million pesos for a heart transplant.
In desperation, I knelt before Julian to beg for help. But instead of showing mercy, he greeted me with a devilish smile.
“I’ll give you five million for your mother, Clara,” Julian offered with a smile as he drank his wine. “But on one condition. You will marry a man I choose for you tomorrow. A beggar I picked up on the street. And we will do it in a big church, with all the media and our billionaire friends invited. I want the whole world to see how pathetic you are and how low a Clara Valderama has stooped!”
For the sake of my mother’s life, I closed my eyes and agreed. I sold my soul and dignity to a monster.
The Marriage of Shame
The wedding day arrived. It was held in a large cathedral filled with socialites, politicians, and reporters Julian had paid to cover “The Wedding of the Beggar and the Princess.” Julian stood at the front, delighted with his masterpiece.
When the doors opened, I walked in wearing a simple white dress, tears streaming down my cheeks. I could hear people laughing and insulting me.
At the end of the altar, stood the man I was going to marry. His name was Lando.
He was wearing a very dirty, torn, and sewer-smelling suit. His hair was long and messy, and his face was covered in a thick beard and soot. He was trembling and hunched over, like a dog accustomed to being beaten on the road.
“My God, that’s disgusting! The groom smells like a trash can!” Julian’s new bride shouted, and the entire church burst into laughter.
When I reached the altar, I looked at Lando. I expected to see someone naive, but I was surprised when our eyes met. Underneath the soot and tousled hair, his eyes were fearless. They were sharp, calm, and burning with a quiet power.
The Explosion of the Altar
The ceremony began. As the priest read the words, Julian laughed nonstop in the background.
“Before I pronounce you husband and wife,” said the priest, “is there anyone who objects to this marriage?”
“I object.”
A deep, cold, and resonant voice broke through the deafening laughter inside the cathedral. It didn’t come from the guests. It came from the beggar standing in front of me. From Lando.
Julian frowned. He quickly stood up from his chair. “Hey, you famished! What are you doing?! I paid you ten thousand to follow the script! Go ahead with the wedding!”
But Lando didn’t budge. He slowly raised his hands. In front of hundreds of guests and media, he took off his messy and dirty wig. He removed the fake beard that was stuck to his face. He took a wet handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the soot from his cheeks and forehead.
Everyone gasped. Even I recoiled in shock.
The filthy beggar disappeared. What emerged from under the rags was a very handsome, elegant, and feared face throughout the world of business and investment.
“W-What…?!” Julian’s jaw dropped. He turned pale as if he had seen death. His legs began to tremble until he was clutching the chair.
“My name is not Lando, Julian,” the man said coldly, now looking like an angry king standing at the altar. “I am Gabriel Imperial. The CEO and Founder of Imperial Conglomerate —the very company you are now begging to give you a fifty billion peso investment to save your failing business.”
The Truth That Broke the Billionaire
Reporters shouted and cameras flashed. The billionaire guests were in a frenzy, unable to believe that the man they had been laughing at was the richest man in the entire country.
“M-Mr. Imperial?!” Julian stammered, shivering, cold sweat dripping down his face. “W-How… why did you pretend to be a beggar on the street?!”
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