. THE CEO’S
BLOCKHEADED
WIFE??
*She’s stubborn and Sassy???
__But she’s still his baby?♥️??
Billionaire Romance
Comedy?
Rated 18+
Don’t Copy Or Repost!!!
Written by Nnenna
CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR
CARMEN’S POV
“Are you okay?” Tony asked as I came into my room, probably exhausted from so much shouting. The sisters will never cease to wear me out.
“I’m fine. Just my dress. I need to change into something better.”
He nodded and left the room. I sighed out. I looked around the room. A room that reminded me so much about Cardo, how he always lay next to me with his huge body, how he always peered into my eyes with his gaze. How handsome he always looked each time he stared at me without looking away. And how he was quick to take me away from every fight I start.
His soft breathes into my ears. His soft Mõ@ns and his passionate eyes when he’s into me, how he gathers me to his skin. His heavy breathes. His kisses. Flowery ones. His long veined fingers on my hair__
I miss him.
So much. I miss him so much that I don’t think I can live to see another day without setting my eyes on him.
I reached for my phone and dialed his number.
No answer…as usual. No answer!! I think I’m beginning to prefer the sweet and soft Cardo more than this rigid one who doesn’t care if I live or die.
Tsk!
Cold hearted beast!
I will snap his throat when he comes back home.
I logged into my IG and there he was, floating into my screen and smiling in a picture which was recently put up by a blog with a caption:
THE CEO SPOTTED AT THE SHANGHAI PUDONG INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT EARLY THIS MORNING.
And this;
THE CEO LEAVES SPAIN
And this;
THE CEO: HOME??
Or this;
THE COLD HEARTED/KINDHEARTED CEO DEPARTS CHINA
I pouted. Should I be angry or sad. The cold hearted beast is coming back home. Should I be happy? Or sad? I repeatedly asked myself.
I scrolled through the comments. Harsh. Some mild. Some sweet. Some sour.
The *he’s so handsome, gorgeous, I’d die to take him to my bed* was enough to make my eyes bleed.
But then;
__Really? I thought he was stupid. But he’s actually a pro at being cold and wicked.
What? Wicked? I checked the ID of that commenter. She must be mad! How can she call my Cardo wicked? Cardo is the sweetest human being I’ve ever met in my life and she said what? WICKED?
I was typing a reply immediately, she cannot be mad. She can’t be stupid.
And she was typing a reply to my comment.
__Hey you! I wasn’t talking to you Bîtch! I was talking about the CEO, you obsessed fans of the handsome moron!!
Moron?? The stupid fellow is still talking. Is she okay?
*Who are you calling moron? Who the heck told you to call him moron?!!*
__You want to beat me? I’m in Spain, come meet me and let’s have it out. Bîtch!! Mind you obsessor, that he will never marry you! Crush away, bastard!!
What? The wench is insulting me?! Does she even know who I am?
*You’re in spain right? Can you drop your location please, I h@të fighting online when we can actually have it out in real life.*
__Fuçk off!!
“Tony!!” I called him immediately and he ran in.
“What’s it?”
“I need you to track someone for me.” He frowned at me while I handed my phone to him. “That girl, track her, I want to know the foolish fool who’s insulting me like she wants.”
“Miss Carmen..” he called after checking the comments. “Don’t tell me you want to go out there and fight a stranger?”
I chuckled. “I don’t want to fight her. I just want to teach her a lesson. I mean, we need to know each other pretty well.” I said smoothly.
He sighed. “You don’t have to react on everything you see.”
“Are you doing what I asked you to do or not. I don’t want to fire you. You’re so precious to Cardo, so don’t make me. I don’t want him to get mad at me when he finally comes back from his God forsaken trip.” I said and sat back down on my bed.
He grumbled and copied out the ID and number while I continued with checking the comments.
__I think there’s a family feud going on in that house and the poor boy is feeling threatened. He probably thought everything can be handled by just sitting in an exquisite chair, handsome face and maybe girls at his beck and call…then a laughing emoji.
Oh jeez!! Must everyone comment on someone’s post? Must everyone have something to say? Can’t you shut the Fuçk up and don’t talk!!!
*You’re obviously a gold digger* I replied his comment with a smiling ghost emoji sticking at the end of the sentence.
__Gold digger?
*That is what you’re. Have a better job than commenting harshly on people’s post?*
__And who are you?
*You don’t have to know else, you will actually steal from me.*
__And what do you think you own. Are you even a she or a he? I have never seen someone who’d run an IG account without a profile.
What do I think I own?
I own so many things. Is he kidding me right now.
I own the cars he rides. I am Cardo’s wife.
*I own the cars you ride you fool,,,oops, you don’t even have a car*
__And do you even know whom you’re talking to?
*Not interested to know. Keep your identity to yourself. To me, you’re just a gold digger. You need some money, attention or fame? I can give you some.*
__Who the hell is this brat?!
*GOLD DIGGER!*
LUCIA’S POV
FILA’S HEIR CALLED A GOLD DIGGER BY A COMMONER WHOSE IDENTITY IS STILL UNKNOWN
A GOLD DIGGER?! A COMMONER RANTS IN A COMMENT SECTION
THE HEIR TO FILA, YOON KANG DAE, REDUCED TO A GOLD DIGGER AFTER LEAVING A HARSH COMMENT ON MR. RICARDO ALEJANDROZZ NEWS ABOUT LEAVING SHANGAI
IG ON FIRE: WHO IS A GOLD DIGGER?
And who the hell is this commoner who dares insult the heir to Fila’s holding company? Doesn’t he or she know that he’s Mr. Kang Dae Joon??
“Did you read the news?” George came over to my side while I tossed my phone to him.
“See that.”
He scrolled through. “Whoa! Who could he be?”
“Or could she be?” I corrected.
“Why do you think she’s a girl?”
“Cuz it sounds girlish and a spoilt brat who doesn’t know when to keep quiet.”
“I don’t think so Lucia. I think this person is someone who have a beef with Mr. Joon, you know he doesn’t quite get along with people even Mr. Ricardo.”
“That’s where you’re getting it wrong George. I have a feeling, check the recent comments of everyone on that blog, you will see that the person didn’t blast only Mr. Joon, she was firing on everybody who dropped a harsh comment. “
He furrowed his brows. Unable to see reasons with me.
I left my side and went to his. I sat down in the couch beside him. “Look at this.” We both checked the comment together, “look at this.”
“The same commoner commented.”
Up to fifteen to twenty people were blasted for dropping harsh comments apart from Mr. Joon in total. “So you see? I think I know who the person is.”
He was curious to know. “Who?”
“Carmen. Only that little witch can do this.”
He laughed. “That can’t be. She can’t be that insane.”
“Now check this out. *I own the cars you ride you fool,,,oops, you don’t even have a car* Who own a car or rather, who owns a car company if not Mr. Sebastian? And who is the daughter?”
He cupped his lips as his head started getting around it. I nodded my head with him. “That Carmen?? So it’s her!!”
“It’s Carmen.”
RICARDO’S POV
What?
I stopped for a while as I landed at the airport reading what Griffin was showing me on my phone.
I tried to catch my breathe.
THE COMMONER BOLDLY CALLED THE FILA’S A GOLD DIGGER FOR PUBLICLY LASHING OUT ON MR. RICARDO, THE CEO OF THE ALEJANDROZZ
A GOLD DIGGER!: I OWN THE CARS YOU RIDE SAYS A COMMONER WHOSE IDENTITY IS STILL UNKNOWN
Oh Gawd. I don’t know why my gut is telling me that it’s Carmen that did this. It’s only her that can do it and the heck! On every platform and on every blog, she was commenting!! Telling everybody off.
She even booked a fight with someone, is this what__I seized talking.
“Call Tony, now!!” I told my secretary and he nodded.
“Yes, Tony? Where’s Carmen?”
“Uh…”
“Better tell me where she is right now.” I was raising my voice, the anger seeping through me, the extreme heat burning in my soul, I was steaming.
“She is with me.”
“Where are you guys?”
“We…er…”
“Have you lost your tongue!!! You can’t speak anymore right!!” My voice was rising beyond normal even as my guards guided me away from the public eyes, the cameras which have started clicking.
“Answer me!!” I didn’t stop shouting. “I told you to keep an eye on her! I told you to not let her out of your sight!!”
“She wanted to…”
“Wanted to what? Where is she?”
“We er…we went for a fashion show few hours ago and…”
I panicked.
It can’t be what I’m thinking. What was Tony doing when she___”Which Fashion show? Answer me now!!”
“Aunt Saphhire’s.”
I hung up. “Drive to Aunt Saphhire’s fashion show, now!” I ordered my chauffeur and he quickly drove off even before my secretary could get in. My bodyguards were barely catching up with my own car with their own ride.
“Faster!!!” I ordered and he nodded, increasing the speed of the car until the car stopped inside the parking lot and I got out by myself even before the guards could get the door for me.
My mind was on Carmen. What she can do, what she can’t do. And obviously, there’s nothing she can’t and won’t do. She’s Carmen and Carmen doesn’t change.
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“Who are you to call Mr. Ricardo a jerk? Have you stayed with him? Have you been with him for even a little bit? And you concluded that he’s delusional?” She was screaming on top of her head, barefooted, her clothes almost in pieces, her hair looking a mess.
I gulped.
Is that really Carmen?
Or maybe my eyes are deceiving me at the moment?
“How did she come to this show? Who invited her?” I asked myself unable to move as I watched her.
And she was fuming. She doesn’t look satisfied beating the young girl who couldn’t stop talking and in return, she won’t stop getting beaten.
“The CEO is delusional!! Wanna beat me again?”
I looked around, Cameras were on their faces especially Carmen’s.
“Hey, make sure all those videos don’t reach the internet.” I told my secretary and he bowed and left immediately.
I advanced towards the crowd while the guards parted the way for me. The stampede began.
“The CEO is here!!”
Gasps. Shouts and Screams filled the air.
“Look at The CEO.”
“He’s strikingly handsomer than I thought!”
“Oh my!!”
Carmen.
Can you stop and look at me? Can you stop causing a scene and turn to look at me. I’m here now. I whispered in my head and she didn’t care, she still stood, a bit far away from me, lashing and dragging heads with the girlie kids.
She didn’t even notice when I stood infront of her. She didn’t even notice as she kept ranting and shouting all over the place. Calling my name.
“Now let me warn you, steer clear off bad feelings!! It won’t make you grow!! You can’t marry if you think so negatively in your life!! Leave the CEO alone!!”
“And if I don’t!” The girl screamed and raised a bottle to hit Carmen, I was too fast to catch her hand in the mid air with my heart beating really fast, thinking I might not reach out to Carmen in time.
“Hey, you wanna hit her with a bottle? Can’t you see that she’s frail?” I asked glaring at the girl with utmost anger in my eyes.
“Cardo.” Carmen mumbled finally noticing my presence. She stopped fighting looking at me. But I had my eyes on that girl who have started to fidget.
“You call her frail? When she have been fighting with me all these time?”
“And you fought back!? Can’t you see that she’s just a little girl? You’re supposed to leave her alone when she looks for your trouble.”
She couldn’t speak.
I turned to Carmen who was looking at me with her eyes getting bigger and bigger each minute.
Am I to yell at her or to kiss her? She looked so messy, her facial makeup, especially her eye make up, then her lips. Does she fight with her lips too? Then why is the lip paint all over her her lips and jaw?
“Cardo.” Then she frowned. “She looked for my trouble.” Sounding as innocent as ever.
Obviously, everyone looks for her trouble.
Then she was rolling her eyes. And she was walking out on me while I followed her behind, the noise which have recently died down began again. Cameras clicking.
When we got out, she turned to face me. “What are you doing here?”
“Carmen, come here.”
“Don’t touch me! How many girls did you marry while you were away.”
“Carmen, let’s go home and talk. Griffin, get her shoes! Find her something, she’s barefooted for crying out loud.” I yelled feeling myself getting on edge over everything.
Griffin ran off, I tried to hold her but she refused and as she tried to walk past me, I grabbed her into my arms.
“Cardo leave me alone!! Don’t touch me!!”
But I didn’t let her go.
“You look so messed up Carmen.” I whispered into my ears, my soft emotions betraying me just as the warm scent of her filtered into my nose.
“Let me go Cardo!! You don’t believe me. She was looking for my trouble!” She squealed as she held on to me. Probably not wanting to let me go this time.
” I believe you.” I whispered into her ears and turned her around. I dressed her hair, her clothes was such a bad sight. Just how did she get here and get into a fight and on Aunt Saphhire’s fashion show?! Just what was Tony doing!
And she was looking at me as if she doesn’t know that the internet is an uproar because of her.
From her face, I can tell that she’s the one who insulted Mr. Joon.
Only Carmen can do that.
Griffin was back with a new pair of shoes and I bent down to get it into her feet, “Here.” She steadied herself, raised her sole, one after the other as I slipped the sneakers into her heels.
And I was tying the shoelace.
Then I was done. I got up and grabbed her arm. “Let’s go home.”
I said touching her wet face. Wiping her tears with my palms.
And the next minute, she was glued to me, not wanting to let go.
My baby, Carmen.
“I missed you Cardo.”
My hands went to her hair.
If only she knows how my body burns for her right this minute, if only she knows how I missed her.
My baby Carmen.
TO BE CONTINUED….
♥️??♥️??♥️??
