She was forced to marry the “Billionaire Pig” to settle her family’s debts, but on their anniversary night, she screamed as he shed his “skin,” revealing the man everyone dreamed of. 😱
Clara was a young woman full of dreams but trapped in poverty. Her father was a gambling addict who had racked up a debt of 50 million pesos. And to whom did he owe it? None other than Don Sebastián “Baste” Montemayor.
Don Baste was known throughout the country not only for his wealth but also for his appearance. He weighed nearly 140 kilograms. Obese, constantly sweating, with scars on his face, he was always seen in a motorized wheelchair because, according to rumors, he could no longer walk due to his excessive weight. Behind his back, people cruelly called him the “Billionaire Pig.”
One night, Don Baste’s men arrived at Clara’s house.
“Pay the debt or go to jail,” they threatened her father.
“W-we don’t have the money!” her father cried. “B-but I’ll give you my daughter! Clara! She’s young, beautiful, and hardworking! Marry her, Don Baste—take her in exchange for my debt!”
Clara’s eyes widened in terror. “Dad?! Are you selling me?!”
But she had no choice. To save her father’s life, she agreed to marry the man everyone feared.
On the wedding day, the guests couldn’t stop whispering. Clara looked radiant in her dress—beautiful and elegant—standing beside Don Baste, who was drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, with a spaghetti stain on his tuxedo.
“Poor girl,” someone murmured. “She’s only marrying for money.”
“She must be disgusted at the thought of sharing a bed with him.”
Clara heard it all. But she lifted her chin. She pulled out a handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from Don Baste’s forehead.
“Are you alright, Don Baste?” she asked softly. “Would you like some water?”
Don Baste froze. He stared at Clara. He had expected disgust, but he saw none in her eyes. Only concern. Kindness.
“Water,” he said in a raspy voice.
Throughout the entire ceremony, Clara took care of him. During the photos, she didn’t pull away. She took Don Baste’s hand: large, rough, and trembling.
After the wedding, they were taken to Don Baste’s mansion.
“You’ll sleep on the sofa,” Don Baste ordered inside the bedroom. “I’m too big; you won’t be comfortable in the bed. And also… wash my feet before sleeping. And feed me.”
Don Baste was testing her. He pretended to be lazy. Messy. Rude. Bossy. He wanted to see how much Clara would endure. When she would break. When she would finally feel disgusted.
But Clara remained silent. She obeyed. She endured. She stayed kind and calm. And Don Baste watched her… intently.
Because what Clara didn’t know was this: The man she believed to be a cruel and monstrous billionaire was hiding a massive secret; a secret that, on the night of their anniversary, would change everything she thought she knew.
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