Devoted Love, Mr. Hayes’ Darling Wife

The next morning, Micaela Matamoros got up and agreed to go to the coffee with her best friend Pastora Apostol.

She didn’t want to spend even half a minute in this house.

In the morning, Beltran Matamoros, Camila Linares and Florencia are sitting at the table having breakfast.

Micaela Matamoros doesn’t even greet them and doesn’t even look at them, but walks past the table towards the door.

Beltran Matamoros gets upset and says with a dark look, “What an attitude you have at this time of the morning, not even a greeting!”.

Micaela Matamoros threw out a cold word: “Good morning.”

It was perfunctory in the extreme.

“You!”

Camila Linares, seeing Beltran Matamoros’ anger, reached out and patted the back of Beltran Matamoros’ hand, implying with the look that a little intolerance goes a long way.

Camila Linares said to Micaela Matamoros in a soft voice: “Micaela, where are you going this morning?”.

Micaela Matamoros replied, “Is it necessary for me to tell you where I’m going?”.

Camila Linares, still polite, said, “Even if you are going out, you should sit down to breakfast before leaving, you are young but it’s not good for your stomach if you don’t eat breakfast.”

Florencia couldn’t stand to listen to her and said, “Mom, leave it, he’s going to take your kindness as something normal.”

Micaela Matamoros headed for the door without looking back.

Camila Linares reminded her, “Hey Micaela, there’s a dinner tonight, come back early, your father is taking you and Florencia to meet your uncles!”.

Once Micaela Matamoros left the house, Camila Linares worried, “I wonder if Micaela will be back early tonight.”

Beltran Matamoros growled, “Don’t come home if she has the guts.”

…

Pastora Apostol was a high school friend of Micaela Matamoros and they were close.

Pastora Apostol had found a study cafeteria.

When Micaela Matamoros arrived, Pastora Apostol stood up and congratulated her with a smile: “There’s our Micaela Matamoros, congratulations, congratulations, an offer from Oxford University”.

Micaela Matamoros looked at her blankly and sighed, “What’s the use of having an offer from Oxford, I’m not sure I’ll get in.”

Pastora Apostol asked suspiciously, “If you’ve gotten in, why not?”Belongs to NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

“My father wouldn’t even let me study abroad.”

Pastora Apostol said angrily, “It’s not that evil woman behind this again, is it?”

Micaela Matamoros shook her head, a little tired. “I don’t know, even if she was behind it, my father would have to agree, and it doesn’t matter whose idea it was for me.”

Pastora Apostol asked, “So, are you really just going to stand there and do nothing?”

Micaela Matamoros looked at Pastora Apostol and bit her lip, not sure if she should tell Pastora Apostol about Nico or where to start. “Pastora, if I took some shortcuts to get what I wanted and did something that you might despise what I did, would you think I did wrong?”

Pastora Apostol looked at her amused and scoffed, “You wouldn’t want to sell your body for a license plate, would you?”

“…”

Micaela Matamoros was about to tell her that it was similar to selling her body.

Pastora Apostol told her, “Micaela, I believe in you and I will support you in whatever you decide, if you are really distressed about tuition, I can ask my mother for pocket money, but it could really be a drop in the bucket for the cost of your studies abroad.”

Micaela Matamoros smiled, “Pastora, thank you indeed.”

“We are best friends and there is nothing I can do to help you, so what is there to thank you for. But when I graduate from college and join the working world and my sisters have money, I will support you!”.

Micaela Matamoros lifted the orange juice in front of her and bumped Pastora Apostol, smiling, “Sis bully.”

…

Micaela Matamoros returned home in the evening.

But as soon as she entered the living room, she saw the guests sitting on the living room sofa.

Beltran Matamoros, who had changed his attitude towards her in the last few days, smiled rather pleasantly and kindly and gestured for her to come closer: “Micaela, come here, this is daddy’s friend, Mr. Natanael”.

Micaela Matamoros greeted Mr. Nathanael with a slight nod out of politeness, “Hello Uncle Nathanael.”

Mr. Nathanael was middle-aged and fat, with a beer belly, Mediterranean head and fat face, and he looked at Micaela Matamoros with a lascivious look and said with a smile, “Uncle Nathanael, Micaela, don’t think I’m older than you, but those of us who are always away from home, we are up to date and young at heart! We are young!”

Micaela Matamoros scoffed, a pervert!

Beltran Matamoros said, “Micaela, Mr. Nathanael is a great man, he’s only forty years old, but he’s worth hundreds of millions of dollars. He is a great example for you to follow.”

Micaela Matamoros nodded her head and said in a calm voice: “Dad, I will study and try to be a multimillionaire like Uncle Nathanael soon.”

Beltran Matamoros: “You…”

Micaela Matamoros turned around and went upstairs.

Beltran Matamoros immediately apologized to Mr. Nathanael: “Mr. Nathanael, my daughter is spoiled by me, she is a bit of a lady.”

Mr. Nathanael’s eyes stopped on the slender and beautiful back of Micaela Matamoros, and he murmured, “Beauty has personality, it’s boring if it has no personality, Sr.”

Camila Linares laughs and jokes, “You men still think women are young, I think you choose the younger ones!”

Sr. Nathanael smiles lasciviously and points to Camila Linares, “Ms. I like personality and I’m not too picky about age, no!”.

Of course you don’t choose your age, you are 18 years old.

Beltran Matamoros asks: “So, Sister Natanael, is it true that you like little girls?

Sister Natanael: “Not bad, not bad”.

Finally, as Sr. Natanael was leaving, he stood by the car and patted Beltran Matamoros on the shoulder and said significantly, “If you accept this marriage and marry me Micaela Matamoros as your wife, I will give The Matamoros Family the bride price, this much! ”

Mr. Nathanael compared the figure of a slap to that of Beltran Matamoros.

“Five hundred thousand?”

“Five million.”

…

In the evening, Camila Linares asked Beltran Matamoros, “What did that Mr. Nathanael really say?”

With mixed feelings, Beltran Matamoros said, “Mr. Natanael said he would give us The Matamoros family a bride price of five million if we accepted the marriage.”

Camila Linares’ eyes widened in disbelief, “So much, it seems Mr. Natanael is really in love with Micaela.”

“A bride price of five million is fine, but… if Micaela doesn’t agree to marry…”

“My lord, don’t even think of asking Micaela to give her active assent to this marriage.” Camila Linares knew very well the personality of Micaela Matamoros, who pretended to be intelligent.

Beltran Matamoros mused and asked, “What do you have in mind?”.

Camila Linares leans towards Beltran Matamoros’ ear and whispers an idea.

Beltran Matamoros frowns a little at this, “That’s not good, Micaela would hate our guts.”

“She’s been hating us for a day or two and it’s not that serious. Besides, when Micaela gets married, Sister Natanael will love her, and she will be able to feed and dress herself, and in time she will understand that we are doing it for her good, and she might even loosen her relationship with us.”

Beltran Matamoros hesitated, but felt that Camila Linares was right.

“Then … let’s do what you say!”.

…

The next day, for dinner, Camila Linares prepared a delicious meal in the kitchen.

Micaela Matamoros had nowhere to go today, so she stayed in her room all day, only coming out at lunchtime to eat something quick before going back to her room.

At the dinner table, there were thoughts of her own.

Camila Linares looks at Micaela Matamoros, who is eating with her head down, and says with a worried smile, “Micaela, you’re too thin, you need to eat more meat. Here, these are the sweet and sour pork ribs I made, try them”.

Camila Linares handed her a piece of Ribs, which Micaela Matamoros rejected with indifference: “No, I don’t need it”.

Camila Linares didn’t bother, but in her mind she growled, “Someone will take care of you tonight!”.

After dinner, Micaela Matamoros drank half a glass of juice and went back upstairs.

Beltran Matamoros and Camila Linares looked at each other, and Camila Linares nodded triumphantly.

The drug was in Micaela Matamoros’ glass of juice.

She had bought it from a friend and had heard it was a very strong drug.

…

Upstairs, Micaela Matamoros went back to her room and read a book for a while, before getting dizzy.

She put her hand to her forehead and felt something was wrong, and was about to lie down on her bed to rest when the bedroom door clicked open.

There stood the leering, greasy face of Mr. Nathanael.

Micaela Matamoros was so startled that she managed to get up and hit him with a pillow, “Get out!”

She realized what was happening and grabbed her cell phone to call for help, but Mr. Natanael was already one step ahead and grabbed it with his hands!

“Micaela Matamoros, fight all you want, no matter how much you fight today, you will be mine, and the more you fight, the more I will be interested in you.”

Mr. Natanael pounced directly on her with a fierce fury.

Micaela Matamoros summoned her willpower and deftly dodged, Sr. Natanael lashed out, but the smile on his face was even more perverse and ominous.

Micaela Matamoros screamed hysterically, “Get out of here!”.

Mr. Natanael looked like a worm, wrapped up in her, and Micaela Matamoros felt sick to her stomach, reaching out to punch and kick him.

Mr. Natanael became more and more exalted, “I tell you Micaela Matamoros, stop shouting, your father has closed the door on you, tonight, in this house, is our wedding night!”

Micaela Matamoros turned pale, her stomach churned and she was on the verge of vomiting at his words.

Sister Natanael was disgusting, but her father, Beltran Matamoros, was even more disgusting and revolting!

Micaela Matamoros could not imagine that her own father, however disliked, however biased, would not have contemplated how his daughter was forced by a fat, obscene, middle-aged, beer-bellied man.

Micaela Matamoros grimaced; after all, she had underestimated Beltran Matamoros’ limits as a human being.

Micaela Matamoros pounced on Sister Natanael’s bed. Micaela Matamoros stared at the bedroom door and mentally swore to herself that if she did not die today, she would return the humiliation a hundredfold and a thousandfold.

Sister Natanael’s fat and heavy body pressed against Micaela Matamoros, causing her to suffocate.

Micaela Matamoros managed to cling to the last vestiges of consciousness and reached under her pillow for a military knife.

Yes, it was for her own protection.

After her mother’s death, in La familia Matamoros she was defending herself from everyone.

And this military knife was the only gift his mother gave him before she died.

Her mother told her with red-rimmed eyes, “Micaela, mom can no longer protect you or watch over you while you grow up, from now on you must learn to defend yourself.”

Micaela Matamoros closed her eyes, tears slid down the corners of her eyes and fell on her temples.

She drew her knife and, with a single blow, plunged it hard into the shoulder of Sister Natanael, who was crouched over her.

Sister Nathanael screamed instantly, uttering a pig’s cry of pain.

Sister Nathanael covered the sore spot on her shoulder, and when she touched it, a handful of blood was offered, and instantly her face turned pig liver from fear.

“How dare you … you dare, how dare you stab me with a knife!”

Micaela Matamoros gasped, her forehead covered with fine sweat as she held the blood-stained military knife in her hand.

Mr. Natanael was about to take another step when Micaela Matamoros pointed the knife at him and threatened him in a cold voice: “If you take one more step towards me, I’ll kill you!”

Mr. Natanael shouted, “Ah! Help! Open the door!”

Bang, bang, bang!

Sr. Nathanael banged loudly on the bedroom door.

Outside the door, Beltran Matamoros and Camilla Linares heard Sr. Natanael’s screams, sensed something was wrong and immediately grabbed the key and opened the door.

But as soon as the door was opened, Micaela Matamoros ran out with a bloody knife in her hand.

And Sister Natanael fainted with fear, pointing a trembling finger at Beltran Matamoros: “How dare you, your daughter, kill me!”.

Beltran Matamoros and Camilla Linares looked at the blood on Sister Natanael’s shoulder and were horrified.