THE BILLIONAIRE’S PERFECT MATE

In no time, the attention of the media was drifted to Ellie, with the light of their cameras, flashing across her face.

“What do you mean by that? Are you saying he is the one who hurt you?”, granny asked with a shaky voice, facing Ellie to confirm what she had just said. “Yes”, she nodded in affirmation, sobbing. Granny, who couldn’t hold back her anger anymore upon seeing the man who had raped her granddaughter, dashed at Clark. She held his suit and slapped him across the face as many times as she could, without giving him a breathing space. Even under this condition, Clark still put on a devilish smile, as if mocking granny for wasting her energy. This got granny more upset and she continued to hit him as hard as she could. With the help of the bodyguards, Clark was freed from grandma’s hold. This caused an uproar in the ward, with the media, taking note of every little information they could gather.

Carlos Wordsworth, Clark’s father was an aspiring politician at that time, who was contesting for the post of Prime Minister alongside with two other contestants, who were his foes. He had put his everything into making this position his and he couldn’t let his son’s mistake make him lose the election which was just two weeks ago. He knew his son was guilty of the accusation due to the devilish expression on his face and that wasn’t his first time of doing such. He had done it countless time and he as his father, had helped him clean up his mess. He knew he had to do the same this time around and so, he played a trick and put a mask on, to deceive everyone on who he really was.

“Granny, please calm down. I am so sorry about what had happened to your granddaughter. Please, be calm so we can solve this”, Carlos said, in a pleading voice, facing granny, who flared up.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Calm down? My grandchild got assaulted by your son and you are telling me to calm down?”, granny said, yelling.

“I quite understand your concern and pains as a parent. I am not disputing the fact that my son is guilty of the accusation but at the same time, we can’t just assume he is guilty, based on what she said. She is a rape victim, who had just gone through a terrible experience. What if she is actually mistaking my son for the perpetrator? Most rape victims do suffer from depression, trauma and hallucination. What if she is actually suffering from one of these, if not all and she is mixing identities up? Am I right, Director?”, he asked, facing the Director who at first, felt lost at the mention of his name but after realizing what he wanted him to do, he quickly obliged.

“That’s true. I agree with him. Most rape victims do have these symptoms”, he said, unsure of what he had said as he felt like, something wasn’t right.

“What? Depressed? Hallucination? Are you saying I am crazy right now? I fucking know exactly what I am saying. I can vividly remember his voice and those eyes of his. He was not alone; he was with three of his friends that night. One of them is named Steve. I can remember everything that happened vividly that night. You see that smile he is putting on? This was the same smile he was putting on that night!!!!!”, Ellie yelled in frustration, crying, while pointing her finger at Clark who was smiling. This made everyone gasped and in no time, gossips began to fly.

“She is right. She knows exactly what she is saying. He is the one. It was this same voice I heard that night. He had spoken with me before he raped her and it was this same voice I heard. As a matter of fact, I have evidence as I recorded our conversation that night”, Kevin, who had been standing in a corner and watching as everything transpired, finally said. This took away the devilish smile on Clark’s face as he realized that he had been cornered. The gossips too increased, making Carlos lost of words.

“Since you claim you have evidence to back up her claim, then that’s fine. I want everyone that is present here to know that no one is above the law and no sinner shall go unpunished. I hereby promise that investigation will begin on this young lady’s assault and my family alongside with my son, will give the police maximum cooperation to get to the root of this matter. If peradventure my son is found guilty, I promise that he will be brought to justice and justice shall prevail. Granny, young lady, I promise to get you the justice you deserve and make sure your assaulter pays for this, even if it is my own blood. I promise”, Carlos said, bowing down his head in front of granny and which moved the spectators. This act of his made the spectators applaud him and he gained a way to their hearts but what they didn’t know was that, looks can be deceiving.

“Thank you, Mr. Wordsworth. We will really appreciate your help”, granny, who was naive said to Carlos, showing her gratitude for the help he had promised to render.

“No problem, granny. No sinner should be left unpunished. I will ask my secretary to get in touch with you and carry you along with the investigation process. Young lady, till we meet again, stay strong and safe”, Carlos said, walking away with a smile on his face and with everyone applauding him for his sincerity and truthfulness. As soon as he stepped out of the ward, heading to his car alongside his son and his secretary who were beside him, the smile on his face vanished, which was replaced with that of anger.

“Make sure no word gets out. Buy the media out and make sure the public isn’t aware of this”, Carlos said, facing his secretary, loosening his tie, as if it was suffocating him.

“Yes, sir”, his secretary replied, placing some calls.

Clark sat beside his father inside the car and he dared not say a word throughout their drive home as he knew he was really furious and angry. They both kept quiet, with Clark wondering what awaited him upon getting home. No doubt, he feared his dad as he had abused him and beaten him up countless times.

“Dad, I can explain. I was drunk that night. I did that under the influence of alcohol”, Clark managed to explain to his father, upon them getting home and alighting from the car, heading inside. He was trying everything in his possible capability to avoid the wrath of this father but Carlos just ignored him and headed inside.

Upon getting inside the living room, Carlos had met his first child and only daughter, Stephanie, who happens to be Sophia’s mum, waiting for him in the living room. It happens that Carlos and Stephanie are siblings from the same father but different mothers.

“Welcome, dad. I have been waiting for you for quite a while. I was told you visited the hospital. I am actually here to discuss something with you but is anything the problem? Why is your face like this? You do not look well”, Stephanie asked, upon seeing how angry and annoyed her father was.

“Can we talk about what you are here for later? I am not in the right mood now”, Carlos said, heading upstairs to his study room. Halfway to his study room, he halted on the staircase.

“Meet me in the study room”, Carlos said, facing Clark. At that moment, he knew there was no way he could escape his wrath.

“What have you done this time around?”, Stephanie asked Clark, when their father had disappeared from their sights.

“Nothing, sis”, he said, walking up the stairs, on his way to the study room. On getting to the study room, the first thing his father did was to land a slap across his face.

“All the efforts I have made towards the upcoming election, you want it to get wasted just because you can’t keep your prick in one place!!!!”, Carlos yelled, picking up his golf club, which was carefully rested on the wall. He bashed Clark up with the golf club, making him curled up in pain on the floor. When he had beaten him up to his satisfaction, he dropped the golf club and bend beside Clark, who was groaning in pain on the floor.

“You are just as useless as your mother. If you had killed that girl after molesting her that night, this wouldn’t have been made known. You better pray this doesn’t gets out of hand as that will be the only grace for you to be alive”, Clark said, getting up and heading over to his desk to pick up his phone. He put a call through to his secretary and upon him picking, he instructed:

“Get me the boy who said he has the evidence!!!”.