Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (ereader ebook TXT) 📕

Deus Cavelli's Point of View

Flashback

I've been staring at my window car waiting for her. An hour has past and she's still not coming out from the three-story house that is looking quite old based in its exterior. This is where she live. I ditch some meetings today just to see her.

Damn, I don't know what get into me. Ever since I saw her, I always wanted to get a sight of her. I can't function well because I'm thinking about her twenty-four seven so I'm making sure to make time for her. Just a glimpse of her makes me go productive and motivated.

It’s been three weeks since I met her. I fucking hate the fact that she's that motherfucker's abandoned daughter. I felt a different kind of pain when I saw her. I am not a considerate and kind person but she gained my empathy. I am a selfish asshole but I suddenly feel the urge to give her the whole world.

I want to get her out of that miserable house but I can't. I try to ask dad for help. He is willing but we can't think of proper ways to help her. We tried to file cases of abuse to her guardians but the damn Del Valle has a lot of connections and the court keeps on dismissing it. He can protect the shithead Cervantes and he can't do it with his own daughter. His own blood. That fucker does not deserve a child.

"Sir Deus, look she's on the window." My driver said and I quickly find the window.

I finally saw her looking down at something. I trail her gaze and it falls to the playing kids in the streets.

Fuck, she envied those kids.

I returned my eyes on her. She is wearing an old shirt. Her hair is in a messy bun and it seems like she's been working a lot. She looks exhausted and I badly want to get her out.

She leaves the window for a while and come back with a rug on her hand. She starts cleaning the big glass window.

I caught her wiping her sweat multiple times and taking quick glances of the kids outside. Maybe she wishes to be there. I can see her desire to go outside.

Wait there baby. I'll go get you maybe not now but soon.

I keep on staring at her. I wish I could do it in a short distance like just a few inches away from her face. I think I can stare at her for hours or forever. She has a beautiful angelic face, very soft features and a very innocent smile.

While admiring her face, I see a mark on her face. Damn, is that a hand mark? I can’t see it clearly but it is red. Dammit, they are hurting her. She's pale and thinner than the last time I saw her.

After she cleaned the window, I didn't see her again. Maybe she's cooking because dinner time is approaching.

I got no choice but to go home. A little happy that I saw her but I'm worried as fuck for her state. If I can just grab her and take her home with me, I will not think twice to do it.

"Dad I need to get her. I can't just stay in the car and watch her get different bruises and scars every week. Fuck those bastards. How can they hurt her like that?” My dad looks at me with amusement with his eyes.

He never saw me act like this for a girl before and me myself is shocked with how I am acting lately. I am in his office today.

I've went to her house again today and bullshit I saw her waiting and looking out through a window. Her guardians went somewhere and they left her inside the house with nothing to eat. She was eating a piece of cheap bread that she kept in her pocket. The bread was so small and she still share it with their dog. She is silently waiting for them and happily looking at the cars passing their street.

She's a keeper.

" I am doing my best son but the shithead Del Valle is making his move too. Don't worry I will think of way to get her." He gives me a pat on my shoulder.

He never seen her yet but the moment I told him everything I saw; he is more than willing to help. My dad hates men who hurts a woman. My mom is also been abused before and he make a way to save her.

"I thought we already put into trash the idea of her being used against her dad? Why save her then?" Primo said lazily. He looks very interested with the topic. I suddenly want to punch him for what he said.

"If you can't say anything nice shut up. Damn are you even a man?" I asked her while throwing some daggers in his direction.

Sometimes I hate his guts.

"Chill bro, you're whipped. I think you will get married before I am. Tsk" he said and get out of my dad's office. That man will meet his match. I will laugh at him when time comes. He felt so almighty like he will never bow down for anyone. Well, let's see when he finally meets his match.

I am on a ton of paper works when I received a call.

"Who are you" I asked annoyed. It is from an unknown number.

"Hey Mr. Cavelli. I am Antonio Cervantes." Just the sound of his name makes me see things red. I close my fist and I really want to beat him in pulp.