A Billionaire In Disguise novel Chapter 1

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

“Honk!!!!!!”

Rome’s eyes suddenly opened with fear glowing in them as he jumped from his sleep with sweat dripping down his skin.

Then he struggled to catch his breath while his heart pounded violently in his chest.

He could feel his hands trembling as he suspiciously gazed around before stroking his fingers through his dark silky hair and then gently rubbing his face to awaken himself.

“I can’t believe that I had this dream again,” Rome mumbled.

Still feeling traumatized by his dream, he got out of bed and walked over to the fan seated in the corner of his tiny room and inspected it.

“It broke in the middle of this killer heat weather, seriously?” Rome mumbled as he stared at the fan with frustration in his eyes.

At that moment, a loud noise drew his attention toward his door, and his ears attentively listened to the voices echoing into his room.

“Hey!! Old fool. Where is my damn money!”

“Mr. Orlando, but the deadline for the loan has not been reached yet.”

“Shut up! Your shop seems to be doing well, so why can't I ask for my money early!!”

“But… but I don't have any money now. I spent it all on goods. How about waiting for the fifth of next month as we have discussed.”

“Haha! An old thing like you have guts! If you don't give my money today, I will have to take whatever valuables I can find to pay for your debt!”

“You can't do that, and this is illegal!”

“Get out of my way!”

“Ah!”

With rage devouring him from the inside, Rome marched outside of his room.

When he entered the store, he stopped and stared with burning rage glowing in his eyes.

“Dad!” Rome shouted, looking down at a man with winter-white hair, then he focused his sight on his timeworn face and stared into his watery eyes.

“Go back inside your room, Rome. I don't want you getting into trouble because of me. I will handle this.” Mr. Miller cried.

Mr. Orlando walked over to the old man and squatted. Then he held onto both of Mr. Miller's cheeks and violently squeezed it.

“How are you going to handle this, Oldman?” Mr. Orlando rudely said.

Just by listening to the tremble in his father's voice and the arrogance in Mr. Orlando’s tone had Rome shivering from the anger pumping through his rapidly beating heart.

“I give you guys one minute to get your asses out of our store!” Rome shouted.

Within a split second, the room got filled with noise as Mr. Orlando and his men burst into a peal of laughter.

"Boy, that's some filthy mouth you have there!” Mr. Orlando mockingly stated, standing to his feet.

Then he gazed at one of his men and winked at him, and immediately the guy started walking towards Rome.

“No, please. Let my son be!” Mr. Miller shouted.

“Shut your hole up!” Mr. Orlando yelled with a smirk on his lips.

Rome remained still even when he and the guy were facing each other at a close range.