{"id":735,"date":"2026-09-30T22:27:22","date_gmt":"2026-09-30T22:27:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/dailybites.delicedcook.com\/?p=735"},"modified":"2026-09-30T22:27:22","modified_gmt":"2026-09-30T22:27:22","slug":"me-obligaron-a-casarme-con-el-cerdo-millonario-pero-en-nuestro-aniversario-descubri-al-hombre-que-se-escondia-bajo-su-piel","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/dailybites.delicedcook.com\/?p=735","title":{"rendered":"\u201cMe Obligaron a Casarme con el \u2018Cerdo Millonario\u2019\u2026 Pero en Nuestro Aniversario Descubr\u00ed al Hombre que Se Escond\u00eda Bajo su \u2018Piel\u2019\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

PART 2: THE FIRST MONTHS<\/span><\/strong><\/h2>\n
During the first six months of marriage, Clara fulfilled each \u201corder\u201d of Don Baste.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
He cleaned his feet every night.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I prepared his food.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
He would accommodate his pillows.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
I read the paper out loud.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
And he\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
He tried it.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Constantly.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cSure, bring me dessert. Although I already had dinner.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cClara, my feet are cold. Massage them.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cSure, I don\u2019t like this dress. Change it.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
And Clara obeyed.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
No complaint.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Without crying.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Without showing disgust.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
But what Don Baste didn\u2019t expect\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
It was what Clara did when she thought he was sleeping.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
One night, he found him \u201csnoring\u201d in his wheelchair.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
He approached carefully.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
And he put the blanket on his legs.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
He kissed his forehead gently.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
And whispered:<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cPoor thing. I know it hurts to carry all this. But you\u2019re not alone. I\u2019m here.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Don Baste didn\u2019t sleep.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
And those words\u2026<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Those words pierced his heart like an arrow.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Because no one, in thirty-five years of life, had spoken to him with that tenderness.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Not even his mother.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Not even his ali friends.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Not even his lovers.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Nobody.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\n
\n<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

PART 3: THE CHANGE<\/span><\/strong><\/h2>\n
Eventually, something started to change in the mansion.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Don Baste stopped giving him cruel orders.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
He started asking for things\u2026 with \u201cplease.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cSure, could you bring me water, please?\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cClara, if you\u2019re not in a hurry, would you sit with me for a while?<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
And Clara, surprised, sat down.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
They were talking.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
He told her about his childhood.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
How his father had abandoned him.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
How his first girlfriend had left him for \u201cbeing too ugly.\u201d<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
How he had built his empire so that no one could ever humiliate him again.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Clara listened to him.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Without judgment.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
No pity.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Only with understanding.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
One afternoon, while reading for him on the terrace, Don Baste said something that made her cry:<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cClara\u2026 you\u2019re the first person to treat me like I\u2019m human.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
She looked at him.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
With eyes full of tears.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\u201cDon Baste, you are<\/span> es<\/span><\/strong>human. And it deserves to be treated as such.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
He looked away.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
Because I didn\u2019t want her to see her eyes fill with tears, too.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\n
\n<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n

PART 4: THE NIGHT BEFORE THE ANNIVERSARY<\/span><\/strong><\/h2>\n
The first wedding anniversary was coming.<\/span><\/div>\n
<\/div>\n
\n

Clara was nervous.<\/span><\/p>\n

Not because I was afraid of the celebration.
\nBut because I wanted to give Don Baste something special.
\nSomething to prove to her that she had not married him out of obligation.
\nBut because\u2026
\nBecause I loved him.
\nNot the \u201cmonster\u201d everyone saw.
\nBut the man hiding behind him.
\nThe man who cried when no one saw him.
\nThe man who told him his fears.
\nThe man who, little by little, had become his entire world.
\nThat night, while he \u201cslept,\u201d Clara sat next to him.
\nHe took his hand.
\nAnd whispered:
\nTomorrow is our anniversary. And I want you to know something. I didn\u2019t marry you for my father\u2019s debt. I married you because\u2026 because deep down, I knew from the first day you were the goodest man I had ever met.
\nDon Baste did not answer.
\nBut his hand\u2026
\nHer hand squeezed hers tightly.
\nPART 5: THE NIGHT OF THE ANNIVERSARY
\nThe mansion was decorated.
\nWatchers.
\nRed roses.
\nSoft music.
\nDon Baste had ordered a special dinner.
\nBut when Clara walked into the dining room\u2026
\nHe didn\u2019t find it in his wheelchair.
\nHe found him standing up.
\nNext to the window.
\nBack to her.
\nAnd something was different.
\nSomething had changed.
\n\u201cDon Baste\u2026\u201d Clara whispered.
\nHe turned slowly.
\nAnd Clara\u2026
\nClara screamed.
\nNot horror.
\nNot in fear.
\nSurprisingly.
\nBecause the man in front of her\u2026
\nIt was not the \u201cMillionaire Pig.\u201d
\nHe was not the obese, sweaty, scarred man.
\nHe was a tall man.
\nWide shoulders.
\nDark hair.
\nDeep-eyed.
\nPerfect skin.
\nBeautiful.
\nAbsolutely, impossibly beautiful.
\n\u201cWhat\u2026 what happened?\u201d Clara whispered, shaking. Where\u2019s Don Baste?
\nThe man smiled.
\nA sad smile.
\n\u201cClara\u2026 Don Baste was always me.
\nPART 6: THE TRUTH
\nThe man came over.
\nIn his hands he had something.
\nSome kind of silicone suit.
\nWrinkled.
\nEmpty.
\nLike a \u201cskin\u201d that someone had taken off.
\n\u201cThis,\u201d he said, showing him the suit, \u201cis what I wore to disguise myself. To look obese. To look monstrous. To look like the \u201cMillionaire Pig.\u201d
\nClara backed up.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t understand\u2026
\nHe sighed.
\nTen years ago, I had an accident. My car exploded. Burns in ninety percent of my body. Doctors said he would not survive. But I survived.
\nHe touched his face.
\nI went through thirty-two surgeries. Skin transplants. facial reconstruction. Therapy for years. And in the end\u2026 I healed. Completely. Doctors couldn\u2019t believe it. I was the man I was again before the accident.
\n\u201cThen\u2026 why the costume?\u201d Clara asked, with tears in her eyes.
\nHe looked down.
\nBecause when I had the accident, my fianc\u00e9e left me. He said he could not love a \u201cmonster.\u201d That he was going to marry my cousin.
\nHe paused.
\n\u201cAnd I understood something. That the world just loved me for my money. Or my appearance. But never for who I was.
\nHe looked at her.
\n\u201cSo I created the Millionaire Pig.\u201d The ugly, fat, repulsive man. To prove people. To see who stayed. Who treated me with dignity. Who loved me no matter how I looked.
\nClara was crying.
\n\u201cAnd I\u2026 I passed the test?\u201d
\nHe came over.
\nHe took his face with his hands.
\n\u201cClara, you didn\u2019t just pass the test.
\nHe paused.
\nYou broke the test.
\nPART 7: THE STATEMENT
\nHe looked her in the eye.
\n\u201cFor ten years, I saw women approach me. For my money. Because of my power. So they could get out. And when they discovered the truth\u2026 when they saw the \u201cmonster\u201d\u2026 they all fled.
\nClara was crying in silence.
\n\u201cBut you\u2026 you didn\u2019t run away. You didn\u2019t just stay. You took care of me. You cleaned my feet. You fed me. You talked to me tenderly. You kissed my forehead when you thought I was sleeping.
\nHe knelt in front of her.
\n\u201cSure, I fell in love with you the first week of marriage. But I couldn\u2019t tell you. Not until you\u2019re sure. Not until I knew you loved me\u2026 not the costume.
\nHe pulled out a ring.
\nA huge diamond.
\nBut it was not the important thing.
\nThe important thing was the words.
\n\u201cClara, do you want to really marry me?\u201d No debts to pay? No obligations? No lies? Just you and me?
\nClara fell to her knees in front of him.
\nHe hugged him.
\nAnd cried.
\nHe cried like he hadn\u2019t cried in his life.
\n\u201cYes,\u201d he whispered. A thousand times yes. I love you. I love you from day one. Not the \u201cMillionaire Pig.\u201d To you. The man who was hiding underneath.
\nPART 8: THE END
\nThat night, they slept hugged.
\nIn bed.
\nTogether.
\nFor the first time.
\nAnd Clara, while he was sleeping, stroked her face.
\nThe real face.
\nThe beautiful face.
\nThe face I had loved from the beginning.
\nBecause she had always seen it.
\nAlways.
\nThe next morning\u2026
\nClara went down to breakfast.
\nAnd he found his father at the door.
\n\u201cClara\u2014is that true? Isn\u2019t Don Baste\u2026
\n\u201cDad,\u201d she interrupted, \u201cDon Baste was always the most beautiful man in the world. Only you never saw it.
\nHis father looked down.
\n\u201cDaughter, forgive me. For selling you. For not seeing what was in front of me.
\nClara looked at him.
\n\u201cDad, the debt is paid. But the damage you did to me\u2026 that one doesn\u2019t pay with money.
\nHe cried.
\nI know.
\n\u201cSo go. And don\u2019t come back. Because my family is now him.
\nAnd closed the door.
\nA year later.
\nClara and Sebastian \u2014 because that was their real name \u2014 were on the terrace of their mansion.
\nWith his son in his arms.
\nA beautiful baby.
\nWith his father\u2019s eyes.
\nAnd his mother\u2019s smile.
\nSebastian looked at her.
\nYou know what?
\nWhat?
\n\u201cThe best business I ever did was that fifty million debt.
\nShe\u2019s laughing.
\nWhy?
\nBecause if not, I would never have met you.
\nHe kissed her.
\nAnd Clara knew.
\nHe knew it was worth it.
\nEvery tear.
\nEvery night of fear.
\nEvery time he cleaned his feet.
\nBecause everything had brought her here.
\nTo the arms of the man I loved.
\nOf the man they all called \u201cmonster.\u201d
\nBut for her\u2026
\nHe was always an angel.
\nMoraleja:
\nNever judge someone by their appearance.
\nNever confuse outer beauty with inner beauty.
\nAnd never, under any circumstances, underestimate a woman who loves unconditionally.
\nBecause true love\u2026
\nHe doesn\u2019t see the \u201cskin.\u201d
\nSee the soul.
\nAnd Sebastian\u2019s soul was always beautiful.
\nI just needed someone to see her.
\nAnd Clara\u2026 Clara saw her from day one.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n
\n

Not because I was afraid of the celebration.
\nBut because I wanted to give Don Baste something special.
\nSomething to prove to her that she had not married him out of obligation.
\nBut because\u2026
\nBecause I loved him.
\nNot the \u201cmonster\u201d everyone saw.
\nBut the man hiding behind him.
\nThe man who cried when no one saw him.
\nThe man who told him his fears.
\nThe man who, little by little, had become his entire world.
\nThat night, while he \u201cslept,\u201d Clara sat next to him.
\nHe took his hand.
\nAnd whispered:
\nTomorrow is our anniversary. And I want you to know something. I didn\u2019t marry you for my father\u2019s debt. I married you because\u2026 because deep down, I knew from the first day you were the goodest man I had ever met.
\nDon Baste did not answer.
\nBut his hand\u2026
\nHer hand squeezed hers tightly.
\nPART 5: THE NIGHT OF THE ANNIVERSARY
\nThe mansion was decorated.
\nWatchers.
\nRed roses.
\nSoft music.
\nDon Baste had ordered a special dinner.
\nBut when Clara walked into the dining room\u2026
\nHe didn\u2019t find it in his wheelchair.
\nHe found him standing up.
\nNext to the window.
\nBack to her.
\nAnd something was different.
\nSomething had changed.
\n\u201cDon Baste\u2026\u201d Clara whispered.
\nHe turned slowly.
\nAnd Clara\u2026
\nClara screamed.
\nNot horror.
\nNot in fear.
\nSurprisingly.
\nBecause the man in front of her\u2026
\nIt was not the \u201cMillionaire Pig.\u201d
\nHe was not the obese, sweaty, scarred man.
\nHe was a tall man.
\nWide shoulders.
\nDark hair.
\nDeep-eyed.
\nPerfect skin.
\nBeautiful.
\nAbsolutely, impossibly beautiful.
\n\u201cWhat\u2026 what happened?\u201d Clara whispered, shaking. Where\u2019s Don Baste?
\nThe man smiled.
\nA sad smile.
\n\u201cClara\u2026 Don Baste was always me.
\nPART 6: THE TRUTH
\nThe man came over.
\nIn his hands he had something.
\nSome kind of silicone suit.
\nWrinkled.
\nEmpty.
\nLike a \u201cskin\u201d that someone had taken off.
\n\u201cThis,\u201d he said, showing him the suit, \u201cis what I wore to disguise myself. To look obese. To look monstrous. To look like the \u201cMillionaire Pig.\u201d
\nClara backed up.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t understand\u2026
\nHe sighed.
\nTen years ago, I had an accident. My car exploded. Burns in ninety percent of my body. Doctors said he would not survive. But I survived.
\nHe touched his face.
\nI went through thirty-two surgeries. Skin transplants. facial reconstruction. Therapy for years. And in the end\u2026 I healed. Completely. Doctors couldn\u2019t believe it. I was the man I was again before the accident.
\n\u201cThen\u2026 why the costume?\u201d Clara asked, with tears in her eyes.
\nHe looked down.
\nBecause when I had the accident, my fianc\u00e9e left me. He said he could not love a \u201cmonster.\u201d That he was going to marry my cousin.
\nHe paused.
\n\u201cAnd I understood something. That the world just loved me for my money. Or my appearance. But never for who I was.
\nHe looked at her.
\n\u201cSo I created the Millionaire Pig.\u201d The ugly, fat, repulsive man. To prove people. To see who stayed. Who treated me with dignity. Who loved me no matter how I looked.
\nClara was crying.
\n\u201cAnd I\u2026 I passed the test?\u201d
\nHe came over.
\nHe took his face with his hands.
\n\u201cClara, you didn\u2019t just pass the test.
\nHe paused.
\nYou broke the test.
\nPART 7: THE STATEMENT
\nHe looked her in the eye.
\n\u201cFor ten years, I saw women approach me. For my money. Because of my power. So they could get out. And when they discovered the truth\u2026 when they saw the \u201cmonster\u201d\u2026 they all fled.
\nClara was crying in silence.
\n\u201cBut you\u2026 you didn\u2019t run away. You didn\u2019t just stay. You took care of me. You cleaned my feet. You fed me. You talked to me tenderly. You kissed my forehead when you thought I was sleeping.
\nHe knelt in front of her.
\n\u201cSure, I fell in love with you the first week of marriage. But I couldn\u2019t tell you. Not until you\u2019re sure. Not until I knew you loved me\u2026 not the costume.
\nHe pulled out a ring.
\nA huge diamond.
\nBut it was not the important thing.
\nThe important thing was the words.
\n\u201cClara, do you want to really marry me?\u201d No debts to pay? No obligations? No lies? Just you and me?
\nClara fell to her knees in front of him.
\nHe hugged him.
\nAnd cried.
\nHe cried like he hadn\u2019t cried in his life.
\n\u201cYes,\u201d he whispered. A thousand times yes. I love you. I love you from day one. Not the \u201cMillionaire Pig.\u201d To you. The man who was hiding underneath.
\nPART 8: THE END
\nThat night, they slept hugged.
\nIn bed.
\nTogether.
\nFor the first time.
\nAnd Clara, while he was sleeping, stroked her face.
\nThe real face.
\nThe beautiful face.
\nThe face I had loved from the beginning.
\nBecause she had always seen it.
\nAlways.
\nThe next morning\u2026
\nClara went down to breakfast.
\nAnd he found his father at the door.
\n\u201cClara\u2014is that true? Isn\u2019t Don Baste\u2026
\n\u201cDad,\u201d she interrupted, \u201cDon Baste was always the most beautiful man in the world. Only you never saw it.
\nHis father looked down.
\n\u201cDaughter, forgive me. For selling you. For not seeing what was in front of me.
\nClara looked at him.
\n\u201cDad, the debt is paid. But the damage you did to me\u2026 that one doesn\u2019t pay with money.
\nHe cried.
\nI know.
\n\u201cSo go. And don\u2019t come back. Because my family is now him.
\nAnd closed the door.
\nA year later.
\nClara and Sebastian \u2014 because that was their real name \u2014 were on the terrace of their mansion.
\nWith his son in his arms.
\nA beautiful baby.
\nWith his father\u2019s eyes.
\nAnd his mother\u2019s smile.
\nSebastian looked at her.
\nYou know what?
\nWhat?
\n\u201cThe best business I ever did was that fifty million debt.
\nShe\u2019s laughing.
\nWhy?
\nBecause if not, I would never have met you.
\nHe kissed her.
\nAnd Clara knew.
\nHe knew it was worth it.
\nEvery tear.
\nEvery night of fear.
\nEvery time he cleaned his feet.
\nBecause everything had brought her here.
\nTo the arms of the man I loved.
\nOf the man they all called \u201cmonster.\u201d
\nBut for her\u2026
\nHe was always an angel.
\nMoraleja:
\nNever judge someone by their appearance.
\nNever confuse outer beauty with inner beauty.
\nAnd never, under any circumstances, underestimate a woman who loves unconditionally.
\nBecause true love\u2026
\nHe doesn\u2019t see the \u201cskin.\u201d
\nSee the soul.
\nAnd Sebastian\u2019s soul was always beautiful.
\nI just needed someone to see her.
\nAnd Clara\u2026 Clara saw her from day one.Not because I was afraid of the celebration.
\nBut because I wanted to give Don Baste something special.
\nSomething to prove to her that she had not married him out of obligation.
\nBut because\u2026
\nBecause I loved him.
\nNot the \u201cmonster\u201d everyone saw.
\nBut the man hiding behind him.
\nThe man who cried when no one saw him.
\nThe man who told him his fears.
\nThe man who, little by little, had become his entire world.
\nThat night, while he \u201cslept,\u201d Clara sat next to him.
\nHe took his hand.
\nAnd whispered:
\nTomorrow is our anniversary. And I want you to know something. I didn\u2019t marry you for my father\u2019s debt. I married you because\u2026 because deep down, I knew from the first day you were the goodest man I had ever met.
\nDon Baste did not answer.
\nBut his hand\u2026
\nHer hand squeezed hers tightly.
\nPART 5: THE NIGHT OF THE ANNIVERSARY
\nThe mansion was decorated.
\nWatchers.
\nRed roses.
\nSoft music.
\nDon Baste had ordered a special dinner.
\nBut when Clara walked into the dining room\u2026
\nHe didn\u2019t find it in his wheelchair.
\nHe found him standing up.
\nNext to the window.
\nBack to her.
\nAnd something was different.
\nSomething had changed.
\n\u201cDon Baste\u2026\u201d Clara whispered.
\nHe turned slowly.
\nAnd Clara\u2026
\nClara screamed.
\nNot horror.
\nNot in fear.
\nSurprisingly.
\nBecause the man in front of her\u2026
\nIt was not the \u201cMillionaire Pig.\u201d
\nHe was not the obese, sweaty, scarred man.
\nHe was a tall man.
\nWide shoulders.
\nDark hair.
\nDeep-eyed.
\nPerfect skin.
\nBeautiful.
\nAbsolutely, impossibly beautiful.
\n\u201cWhat\u2026 what happened?\u201d Clara whispered, shaking. Where\u2019s Don Baste?
\nThe man smiled.
\nA sad smile.
\n\u201cClara\u2026 Don Baste was always me.
\nPART 6: THE TRUTH
\nThe man came over.
\nIn his hands he had something.
\nSome kind of silicone suit.
\nWrinkled.
\nEmpty.
\nLike a \u201cskin\u201d that someone had taken off.
\n\u201cThis,\u201d he said, showing him the suit, \u201cis what I wore to disguise myself. To look obese. To look monstrous. To look like the \u201cMillionaire Pig.\u201d
\nClara backed up.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t understand\u2026
\nHe sighed.
\nTen years ago, I had an accident. My car exploded. Burns in ninety percent of my body. Doctors said he would not survive. But I survived.
\nHe touched his face.
\nI went through thirty-two surgeries. Skin transplants. facial reconstruction. Therapy for years. And in the end\u2026 I healed. Completely. Doctors couldn\u2019t believe it. I was the man I was again before the accident.
\n\u201cThen\u2026 why the costume?\u201d Clara asked, with tears in her eyes.
\nHe looked down.
\nBecause when I had the accident, my fianc\u00e9e left me. He said he could not love a \u201cmonster.\u201d That he was going to marry my cousin.
\nHe paused.
\n\u201cAnd I understood something. That the world just loved me for my money. Or my appearance. But never for who I was.
\nHe looked at her.
\n\u201cSo I created the Millionaire Pig.\u201d The ugly, fat, repulsive man. To prove people. To see who stayed. Who treated me with dignity. Who loved me no matter how I looked.
\nClara was crying.
\n\u201cAnd I\u2026 I passed the test?\u201d
\nHe came over.
\nHe took his face with his hands.
\n\u201cClara, you didn\u2019t just pass the test.
\nHe paused.
\nYou broke the test.
\nPART 7: THE STATEMENT
\nHe looked her in the eye.
\n\u201cFor ten years, I saw women approach me. For my money. Because of my power. So they could get out. And when they discovered the truth\u2026 when they saw the \u201cmonster\u201d\u2026 they all fled.
\nClara was crying in silence.
\n\u201cBut you\u2026 you didn\u2019t run away. You didn\u2019t just stay. You took care of me. You cleaned my feet. You fed me. You talked to me tenderly. You kissed my forehead when you thought I was sleeping.
\nHe knelt in front of her.
\n\u201cSure, I fell in love with you the first week of marriage. But I couldn\u2019t tell you. Not until you\u2019re sure. Not until I knew you loved me\u2026 not the costume.
\nHe pulled out a ring.
\nA huge diamond.
\nBut it was not the important thing.
\nThe important thing was the words.
\n\u201cClara, do you want to really marry me?\u201d No debts to pay? No obligations? No lies? Just you and me?
\nClara fell to her knees in front of him.
\nHe hugged him.
\nAnd cried.
\nHe cried like he hadn\u2019t cried in his life.
\n\u201cYes,\u201d he whispered. A thousand times yes. I love you. I love you from day one. Not the \u201cMillionaire Pig.\u201d To you. The man who was hiding underneath.
\nPART 8: THE END
\nThat night, they slept hugged.
\nIn bed.
\nTogether.
\nFor the first time.
\nAnd Clara, while he was sleeping, stroked her face.
\nThe real face.
\nThe beautiful face.
\nThe face I had loved from the beginning.
\nBecause she had always seen it.
\nAlways.
\nThe next morning\u2026
\nClara went down to breakfast.
\nAnd he found his father at the door.
\n\u201cClara\u2014is that true? Isn\u2019t Don Baste\u2026
\n\u201cDad,\u201d she interrupted, \u201cDon Baste was always the most beautiful man in the world. Only you never saw it.
\nHis father looked down.
\n\u201cDaughter, forgive me. For selling you. For not seeing what was in front of me.
\nClara looked at him.
\n\u201cDad, the debt is paid. But the damage you did to me\u2026 that one doesn\u2019t pay with money.
\nHe cried.
\nI know.
\n\u201cSo go. And don\u2019t come back. Because my family is now him.
\nAnd closed the door.
\nA year later.
\nClara and Sebastian \u2014 because that was their real name \u2014 were on the terrace of their mansion.
\nWith his son in his arms.
\nA beautiful baby.
\nWith his father\u2019s eyes.
\nAnd his mother\u2019s smile.
\nSebastian looked at her.
\nYou know what?
\nWhat?
\n\u201cThe best business I ever did was that fifty million debt.
\nShe\u2019s laughing.
\nWhy?
\nBecause if not, I would never have met you.
\nHe kissed her.
\nAnd Clara knew.
\nHe knew it was worth it.
\nEvery tear.
\nEvery night of fear.
\nEvery time he cleaned his feet.
\nBecause everything had brought her here.
\nTo the arms of the man I loved.
\nOf the man they all called \u201cmonster.\u201d
\nBut for her\u2026
\nHe was always an angel.
\nMoraleja:
\nNever judge someone by their appearance.
\nNever confuse outer beauty with inner beauty.
\nAnd never, under any circumstances, underestimate a woman who loves unconditionally.
\nBecause true love\u2026
\nHe doesn\u2019t see the \u201cskin.\u201d
\nSee the soul.
\nAnd Sebastian\u2019s soul was always beautiful.
\nI just needed someone to see her.
\nAnd Clara\u2026 Clara saw her from day one.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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