A Billionaire In Disguise

Chapter 5

Four weeks went by naturally, and it was finally Rome and Catherine's wedding day.

As Rome stood before the mirror, staring at his reflection, he felt like the past weeks had been the

worst days of his life.

The Barlow family had turned him into their personal slave and had belittled him so much that even the

servant had control over him.

As Rome stared at his reflection, thinking about the hard labor he had done for them, he balled his

hand into a fist and swung it at the mirror, stopping his punch only an inch away from the glass.

“I can't break my promise to my father,” Rome mumbled, staring at his veins bulging on his neck.

Suddenly his room door opened, and Charles walked inside.

When his gaze met with Rome's angry eyes, he smirked and shut the door behind him before walking

towards Rome.

“This old thing suits you,” Charles said, pulling the tail of Rome’s coat.

“What do you want?” Rome mumbled with anger burning deep within his eyes.

“Is that how you talk to the one who gives you what you are wearing? If it wasn't for me, you would be

walking down the aisle in a boxer.”

“I worked for what I am wearing.”

“Do you know how much I spent when I bought this suit? You being my driver for a few weeks isn't

equivalent to the price of this suit!”

The room fell silent as Rome tightened his fist and held in his breath. Then he slowly exhaled to relieve

the tension building up in him.

“Why are you here?” Rome calmly asked.

“The wedding is about to start,” Charles replied.

Without saying a word, Rome walked out and slammed the door.

“Putting up an attitude? I will let you be for now since grandfather told us not to do anything to cause

shame to the family name. But once we get home, you will feel my wrath.” Charles mumbled.

The moment Rome walked into the wedding venue, the mumbling started.

“Isn't he the scoundrel whose father tricked Mr.Barlow into marrying his granddaughter to him?”

“Yeah, he and his father are both thieves and shameless.”

“Such a gold digger. Doesn't he feel disgusted in himself?”

These words echoed into Rome's ears as he walked down the aisle. But he kept walking, squeezing

his fists every step he took.

A few minutes after Rome had arrived at the wedding arch, the door opened, and Catherine walked in,

and as she marched down the aisle, he could feel his anger slowly melting.

‘She is beautiful.’ Rome thought with a half-smile.

Once Catherine had joined him at the aisle, the ceremony began.

Everything went on peacefully for a moment, but when Rome and Catherine said, “I do,” the door

suddenly flew open, and Orlando and his gang marched into the hall.

A loud noise roused among the guests, and everyone was in total shock except Rome.

“Mr. Ford needs a word with the groom,” Orlando shouted with his hands resting on his waist.

Madam Rosey turned to her husband, squeezed his hand, and cried, “Honey, what have we done. It

seems like Mr. Ford has a problem with Rome. We can not afford to offend Mr. Ford.”

“What do you expect from me, woman? They are already a married couple.” Mr. Barlow mumbled,

feeling sweat dripping down his forehead.

Fear ceased everyone in their seats as they stared at Rome. But he was not bothered a bit about

Orlando and his men.

“What have you done?” Catherine asked, sounding annoyed.

“I'll be back,” Rome said.

Then he gazed away from her and walked to Orlando and his men.

“You have guts using the Barlow family as a shield. Why did you belittle my boss with such a nonsense

act? Now he is mad, and he wants a word with you.” Orlando said, smirking with a murderous gaze.

“Stop chirping like some dumb bird and lead the way.” Rome casually said.

“You brat! Are you counting death!”

“You can either stop talking and take me to see your boss, or you can leave here and allow me to get

married in peace.”

The rage in Orlando's eyes burned, yet he didn't act on it. Instead, he forcefully locked Rome's hands

behind his back and carried him out with his men following closely behind the both of them.

When they got to a parking lot, Orlando shoved Rome into the backseat of a black car. Then he got in

and shut the door.

As the driver pulled off with the car and a bunch of black cars followed closely behind their vehicle, the

feeling of worry was far from Rome’s heart, but what he felt was pure rage and excitement.

A few minutes later, the cars came to a stop, and Orlando got out. Then Rome willingly stepped out of

the vehicle.

When Orlando and his men led him into a warehouse, Rome's sight rested on a man as he stood in the

dark, a faraway distance from them.

“The boss is watching. Make him suffer.” Orlando abruptly said.

Within a split second, Rome saw a punch heading in his direction, but he used his palm to block the hit.

Then his fingers clutched onto the guy's fist, and he popped the wrist bones from their joints.

Then he balled his fingers into a fist and drove them towards the guy's cheek, slamming it against his

jaw and breaking three teeth.

Suddenly every one of Orlando's men came rushing towards Rome, and in less than ten minutes, the

warehouse was noisy with the echoes of grown men's cries.

“Thank you for helping me let out the rage that I have been holding in for four weeks. Ah, this is nice.” NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Rome said, taking in a deep breath with a smirk on his lips.

“Rome?”

He heard a voice call out of the dark, and immediately an agonizing pain ripped through his head while

he screamed out the pain.

“Run, Rome! Run, and don’t look back!”

Those words became to echo loud in his ears as the pain grew intense.

“Who are you!” Rome screamed, falling to his knees.

Everything slowly became blurry in his eyes as flashes of images crossed his mind.

“Show yourself!” Rome mumbled.

But in a matter of seconds, he dropped to the floor and lost consciousness.