. THE CEO’S
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WIFE🙄😂
*She’s stubborn and Sassy🙄😠😡
__But she’s still his baby🥰♥️🥵🔥
Billionaire Romance
Comedy😂
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Written by Nnenna
CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT
RICARDO’S POV
I felt exhausted, drained by the conversations I had to endure. Endless meetings I had to attend. Time was running by. I promised Carmen that I won’t stay out for too late. And here I am, unable to go home.
A tiresome day. Getting hold of the client and satisfying her wasn’t that easy. Before I was free to leave, I had done most of the things I came Paris to do. Like organising the projects, signings deals, I met with some prominent men, influential clients of the company, I was invited to parties by most of them, we talked about my married life, their differences and views about my married life and then, they talked about what happened in the news yesterday, what are my views about all that.
I answered some of their questions, replied in my best opinions about each of their views, while I ignored most of them. I was eager to leave, these french men were making my stay here so boring and the fact that my mind never left Carmen who is alone at home, was like a big bother to me.
The conversations were starting to become repetitive, and I could feel my patience wearing thin. The same questions kept coming up, and I was beginning to feel like a broken record. I was grateful for the invitations to parties, but I was starting to feel like a novelty, someone to be observed and studied. Everyone around me were more interested in my reputation, the kind of person I am in the society than me as a person.
These men are not nice to be with, especially because the men aren’t my age, their conversation centred around women they had slept with.
It was clear that the men saw women as objects, something to be conquered and possessed. Their crude language and objectification of women made me feel uncomfortable, and I was eager to get away from them.
I know that this was not a reflection on all French men, but it was still disheartening to see such blatant sëxism on display. I wanted to go home and be with my Carmen, where I can talk about real things, just like this morning when we boarded our flight to Paris. By her side, is where I can be myself without having to worry about the judgement of others.
I can’t wait to get back to Carmen, to get away from the shallow conversations and endless small talk. I can’t stop feeling like a caged animal, and I longed to be with mi esposa, in her arms where I always feel like a complete man.
I felt suffocated by the atmosphere of the parties, clubs and the conversations I had to have. I was starting to feel disillusioned with the whole thing, and I just wanted to leave.
“Mr. Ricardo, you’re speaking much less, you don’t like the old men conversation? Look like you wanna go home pretty badly.” He eyed me. “You’ve been sighing all day.”
“Oh yeah, I really want to go home. I left my wife all alone in my large penthouse all by herself.” I replied as I finally got up to leave. Mr. Mando will take care of the rest.
When I finally managed to extract myself from the last party, I breathed a sigh of relief as I walked out the door. The fresh air felt like a balm to my frazzled nerves.
My security guards came around me immediately. “How is she doing? Have you checked up on her since we left?” I asked one of the men and he nodded while opening the door for me to get in.
I got in heaving a huge sigh. I must’ve angered Carmen so terribly today. Who knows what she’s doing. How long had she waited for me to show up but I never did. I guess she will have to nag me to death for not keeping to my word today.
“I need some flowers at the florist over there.” I said as the chauffeur drove past the florist shop.
“Would you like me to stop the car, so you can get the flowers?” the chauffeur asked, glancing at me in the rearview mirror.
“Yes, please,” I said, my heart filled with gratitude. “I’ll only be a few minutes.” I said and stepped out of the car.
The car pulled up to the curb and I quickly got out with my security guards coming after me as they got down from their car. We all headed into the florist shop. The smell of flowers hit me as soon as I entered, and I smiled. I loved the smell of flowers, and it always reminded me of good things.
I walked up to the counter and was greeted by a friendly-looking man. “Good afternoon,” he said, his smile warm and welcoming. “How can I help you today?”
“I need a bouquet of flowers,” I said. “Something bright and cheerful.”
For my Carmen. I don’t think I’ve ever gotten her flowers since I met her. Well, today, I’m gonna get her one.
“I think I can help you with that,” he said, reaching for a vase. “What kind of occasion are you celebrating?”
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to answer. “I’m gifting a special someone in my life,” I said finally.
The florist’s eyes were full of understanding, and he nodded. “That’s okay,” he said, starting to fill the vase with water. “You don’t have to explain anything to me. I just want to make sure I create something that will help to bring a little joy into someone’s life.”
I couldn’t help but smile at his words. “Thank you,” I said, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. “That’s exactly what I need.”
“That’s so sweet,” the florist said, his smile growing wider. “I think she’ll really appreciate it. I’ll make sure to create a bouquet that’s worthy of such a special person.”
As he spoke, he began selecting flowers from the different buckets around the shop. “I’ll use a mix of roses, lilies, and daisies,” he said, carefully arranging them in the vase. “These are some of the happiest, most cheerful flowers I have.”
I touched the flowers, scented them and I loved the fragrance which filled my nose immediately. I think Carmen will love these flowers, I told myself as I gave him the signal to keep it up with the arrangement, the florist began adding some greenery for contrast.
“Almost done,” he said, his hands moving quickly and confidently. “What would you like me to write on the card?”
“Just ‘Carmen, I love you. From, Cardo’,” I said, my heart swelling with emotion.
“That’s lovely,” the florist said, writing out the message. “She’s going to love this.”
I know. Carmen might act so mighty and strong for a girl her age but she will definitely love this flower, I bet she will cry when she sees me in this flowers. Couple with the fact that it’s Christmas Eve.
When he finished the bouquet, he carefully wrapped it in tissue paper and tied a bright, cheerful bow around it. He handed it to me with a smile. “I think this is just perfect,” he said. “It’s going to brighten up anyone’s day.”
I smiled and nodded, taking the bouquet from him. “Thank you so much,” I said. “You really helped me today.”
He waved away my thanks. “No thanks needed,” he said. “It’s what I love to do. Bringing a little joy to the world with flowers is the best job in the world.”
The streetlamps illuminated the bouquet in my hand, and I felt a renewed sense of purpose. I returned to my car, ready to give this gift to the woman I loved.
Carmen.
I couldn’t take my eyes off the flower cuz I could almost picture Carmen taking the flowers away from my hands and smiling at me cheerfully and brightly and whispering a word of thanks into my ears.
And as I drove home, I felt a deep sense of anticipation, a feeling of joy and excitement about what was to come.
As the car pulled into the driveway, I took a deep breath and got out of the car. The security guards clustering around me again, I held the flowers close to my chest, as if they were a precious treasure.
Almost at the door, with my heart jumping so greatly in my chest, the thought of how I’m going to convince Carmen on why I came home so late, and the thought of her seeing the flowers I got for her, my phone began to ring desperately.
I paused, my hand hovering over the doorknob. I pulled out my phone, expecting it to be Carmen, wondering where I’d been. But when I looked at the screen, my heart sank. It was Mr. Griffin calling again! What is it again this time? It shouldn’t be about work because I just got off from one few minutes ago, I reluctantly answered the phone.
“Hello?” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.
“Mr. Ricardo.”
“What is it?” I asked wrinkling my forehead in frustration.
“Mr. Ricardo, I think something terrible happened a few moments ago and I think you should take a flight and come back to Spain now!”
“What’s going on?” I asked in panic, my anxiety rising, why? What for? My heart was sinking deeper into my stomach.
“There’s been a huge fire at the company,” the voice said. “It’s… it’s bad, Mr. Ricardo. I can’t give you any more details over the phone, but I really think you should get on a plane and come home.”
“I’ll be on my way as soon as I can,” I said, my mind racing. I had to know what was going on, but my first priority was getting back to Spain as soon as possible. “Can you just tell me… is everyone okay?”
There was a moment of hesitation on the other end of the line.
“I… I can’t say,” the voice said, and I could hear the sorrow in his tone. “I’m not allowed to disclose any details over the phone. Please, just come as soon as you can. Everyone really need your help.”
I took a deep breath, trying to process what I’d just heard. A fire at the company? What had happened?
“Thank you,” I said, my voice shaking. An unusual feeling taking a hold of me.
“But you should probably expect to hear the worst Mr. Ricardo, because I think your father came to the company, he was inside your office when the company suddenly caught fire.”
With the flower tightly clutched in my hand, as if it were a lifeline, I clutched it so tightly that my knuckles turned white.
My blood ran cold at the words. My father, at the office, when it caught fire? The implications were horrifying, and I could barely bring myself to think about what might have happened. I felt numb, like I was in a bad dream. But I knew that I had to stay focused. I had to make arrangements to get home as soon as possible.
“Thank you for the information,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll be on my way as soon as I can.”
“Please, take care,” he said. “I will arrange for your flights immediately,”
“Don’t worry, I will do that myself. Get Mando and start taking care of things over there. And I need you to go be with my father until I come home. Did you get that?”
“Yes sir.”
I hung up, my hands shaking. “Is everything okay?” One of my French security guard asked me but I was in no mood for questions.
With shaking hands, I pulled out my phone again and began to make arrangements for a flight. I felt disconnected from reality, like I was moving through the motions but not really aware of what I was doing. It was as if I were watching myself from outside my own body. But I kept going, knowing that it was the only way to find out what had happened.
A few hours later, I was on a plane, still clutching the flower in my hand. Torn apart between the thoughts of my father who was admitted in the hospital and Carmen whom I left alone in the cold to tend to herself.
Maybe coming to Paris was a bad idea in the first place. I stared out the window, watching the clouds pass by, and thought about my father. I hoped with all my heart that he was okay.
UNKNOWN’S POV
Bernadette barged into my room fuming, boiling like she can beat me up if given a chance.
“Mr. Lucas!” She yelled my name, making me turn my front to look at her, her face contouring in pain as she looked at me.
I smirked. I know why she’s on edge but not like I give a Fuçk. All my plans blew up and she did nothing about it! What did she do when she went over at Carmen’s place? What was all that scandals making waves all over the internet?
What? I should sit back and watch everything happen? All my plans keep crashing because of Bernadette, I won’t have to meet Carmen again, not when there’s no possible means of that anymore. Everybody already know Carmen is having an affair with Edgar, a low born from nowhere. And everyone knows about her love for Ricardo even after Edgar confessed to everything. I witnessed Bernadette spilling out everything with her own tongue.
Foolish woman!
It was all so messed up! And Carmen won’t meet me, not when there is a news about them flying out of the country for a vacation in Paris. It would’ve been a nice way to end all this mess so cleanly.
But just in the middle of all their Sh|t, they decided to do the most shocking thing and that’s travelling out of the country!!!
“What did you do to my father.” She said slowly, tears choking her up. “Why did you have to set fire to the company and burn it up like that?!”
“You weren’t getting all the job done Bernadette and quit looking at me like that!” I yelled dangerously making her tremble.
“You promised not to hurt my father!!”
“And you forget that your father is my brother also and he started this mess in the first place.”
“My father is dying!!”
“I know that,” I said, a strange mixture of anger and sadness rising in my chest. “And I’m sorry, I really am. But I had to make a point. I had to show him that he couldn’t mess with me. That’s the only way to show off my anger for giving birth to Ricardo when he shouldn’t have.”
Bernadette’s face crumpled, and for a moment, I thought she might start crying. But instead, she straightened her shoulders, her eyes blazing with determination. “I can’t do this anymore,” she said, her voice firm. “I can’t be a part of this.
“This isn’t the end, not by a long shot,” I growled, my voice dripping with malice. “This is just the beginning. I’ll show you all what I’m capable of, what I can do when I’m pushed to the edge. And when I’m done, there won’t be anything left but ashes.”
“But I won’t still be a part of it.” Bernadette insisted as she started to pull back, I roared loudly, shaking her to her roots and keeping her still.
“You don’t move until I tell you to move!” Silence, “Ricardo might be on his way back now, and I bet he is coming alone. Should I give you a last task?”
Silence again, “I’m talking to you Bernadette!!”
Bernadette turned to look at me, her eyes wide with fear. “What do you want me to do?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. I could see the terror in her eyes, and I felt a sick satisfaction knowing that I was the cause of it.
“I need you to make Cardo sign off that company,” I said, my voice cold and menacing. “Make sure he is pressured and he finally leaves that company. This is your last chance to prove your worth to me.”
“You’re a monster,” she said, her eyes filled with hatred and disgust.
“Maybe I am,” I said, shrugging. “But you’re the one who chose to get involved with me, Bernadette. You knew what I was capable of, and you still decided to help me. You’re just as much of a monster as I am.”
Bernadette looked like she was about to retort, but she bit her tongue. I could see the wheels turning in her head, trying to figure out a way out of this mess. But I knew there was no way out, not for her.
“I regret getting involved with you.”
“You should’ve expected your father to die when all these were coming into play.”
“You monster!!” She yelled while I rushed at her and grabbed her throat.
Bernadette struggled against my grip, trying to break free, but she was no match for my strength. I held her tight, watching the fear in her eyes. But then, something else flickered in her gaze. It was something I hadn’t expected to see: apology.
I loosened my grip, “Watch your word around me if you want to live till that company isn’t Cardo’s.”
Else I’m gonna kill her for real. I will make sure she won’t be able to see the light of day.
RICARDO’S POV
I rushed into our family hospital, every of my relative gathered around, my mom saw me and ran to me immediately, sobbing, her body shaking with terror.
“Your father…” I snuggled her closer, “it’s okay. It’s okay mother.”
But I know it wasn’t okay. It can’t be. Things is getting pretty worse than I ever thought. I don’t know why but I think I need to end all this. I need to put an end to everything once and for all, so all these family feud will stop.
“Where’s your wife?” Louisa asked me but I ignored the question. I’m not here to be answerable to anyone.
I wanted to know the situation of my father’s health.
Doctors suddenly came out of the ER room, “Where’s Mr. Ricardo?” One of the doctors asked after me while I stepped forward, letting go of my mother and coming close to meet them.
“Are you the next of kin?” The doctor asked, his eyes kind but tired. I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.
“I’m afraid I have some bad news,” the doctor said, his voice heavy with sorrow. “Your father’s condition is critical. He suffered a massive stroke and has been unconscious since he was brought in. The next few hours are critical, and we’re doing everything we can to stabilize him.”
I felt like the world was spinning around me, like I couldn’t catch my breath. My father was dying, and there was nothing I could do to save him.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. “What’s the prognosis?” I asked, my voice wavering slightly. “What are his chances?”
The doctor hesitated, clearly reluctant to give me false hope. “It’s hard to say,” he said finally. “He’s a strong man, and he’s fighting hard. But the next few hours will be crucial. If you want to see him, I’d recommend doing it now.”
“Can I go in?” I asked, my heart in my throat.
The doctor nodded and led me through the double doors of the ICU. I followed him down the hall, the beeping of machines and the smell of antiseptic filling my senses. We stopped outside a private room, and the doctor gestured for me to go in. I took a deep breath and stepped through the doorway.
The room was dimly lit, and my father was lying in the hospital bed, his face pale and wan. Machines beeped and whirred around him, and tubes and wires were attached to his body.
My father! When did he suddenly become nothing but pack of cards? He was so much alive and now, he’s fighting with everything he has to live. I felt so bitter, my legs almost stopped me from moving but I know that I don’t have much time to do that.
I approached the bed slowly, my eyes never leaving my father’s face. His eyes were closed, and he looked so peaceful, so unlike the man I knew. But even in his sleep, I could see the pain and fear etched on his features. I reached out and took his hand, and I was surprised by how cold it felt.
“Dad,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I’m here.”
I sat down next to the bed and held his hand, willing him to wake up, to be okay. But he remained still and silent, and I felt my heart break a little more.
I pulled up a chair and sat down next to my father’s bed, holding his hand tightly, afraid to let go. My mind was spinning with thoughts and emotions, but one thought kept circling back to me: what if this was the last time I would see him? What if he never woke up? I tried to push the thought away, but it kept coming back, like a nagging whisper in the back of my mind.
After what felt like an eternity, I heard a faint groan coming from the bed.
I jumped to my feet, my heart racing, and leaned over the bed. My father’s eyelids were fluttering, and his breathing had become more labored. “Dad?” I said, my voice shaking. “Can you hear me?”
Slowly, my father’s eyes opened, and he looked up at me. “C-Cardo?” he croaked, his voice weak and raspy.
“I’m here, Dad,” I said, tears streaming down my cheeks. “I’m here.”
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My father struggled to sit up, and I helped him prop himself against the pillows. He looked around the room, fear in his eyes.
“Cardo, I need to tell you some thing.” He was breathing heavily and I almost stopped him from saying anything to save his breath but he didn’t want to stop. “It’s high time you give up the company.”
“Father__”
“You have to, that’s the only way all this will stop. That’s the only way you can keep yourself and Carmen safe. Including your mother.”
I could see the anguish in my father’s eyes, the conflict he was feeling. He loved the company, had poured his heart and soul into it. Given up the company to me. And now he’s willing to let everything go?
He reached out and put his weak hand on my shoulder. “I know it’s hard,” He said. “But you have to make a decision.
“Carmen is in danger,” my father said, his voice quivering. “And it’s all my fault.”
“It’s not your fault, Dad,” I said, my heart breaking at the pain I could see in his eyes. “This is the fault of the person who’s been trying to hurt us. We’re going to find out who it is, and we’re going to stop them. But not like this.”
“First, you have to make a choice. Will you give up the company? For everyone’s sake, for Carmen, she was poisoned before your very eyes and then me, it’s high time you let it go. Promise me that you will let it go.”
After a long moment, “Yes,” I said, for Carmen, for my dad, I’m willing to do anything. “I’ll give up the company. I can’t let this continue. I won’t let anyone else get hurt.”
“Thank you, son,” He said, a sense of relief washing over him.
“You need to rest and get better.”
My father nodded, his eyes already starting to drift shut. “Stay with me.” I said as I noticed how limp he’s growing infront of me.
“I will.” He said, his voice barely audible.
The machines began to beep very fast, so fast that I could barely scream as I saw him struggling to keep his life.
“Father!!!”
TO BE CONTINUED….
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