Clara was a young woman with hopes as wide as the sky but her life was caged by poverty she never chose.

Her father had ruined everything through gambling. What began as small bets spiraled into a crushing debt of 50 million pesos.

And the man he owed?

Don Sebastian “Baste” Montemayor.

Across the nation, Don Baste was infamous—not just for his immense fortune, but for his terrifying appearance. He was said to weigh nearly 300 pounds, his body swollen and misshapen, his face marked with scars. He perspired constantly and relied on a motorized wheelchair, with whispers claiming he could no longer walk under his own weight.

Behind closed doors, people mocked him mercilessly.

They called him “the Pig Billionaire.”

THE BARGAIN

One night, black SUVs stopped outside Clara’s modest home.

Men in suits stepped inside.

“Pay what you owe,” they told her father coldly. “Or rot in prison.”

Her father fell to his knees.
“I don’t have the money!”

After a desperate pause, he blurted out the unthinkable.

“Take my daughter! Clara is young, beautiful, and hardworking. Let her marry Don Baste. Consider the debt paid!”

Clara froze.

“Dad… are you selling me?”

But desperation leaves no room for mercy.

To save her father’s life, Clara agreed to marry the man everyone feared.

THE WEDDING

On the wedding day, whispers filled the church.

Clara looked radiant—calm, graceful, glowing in white.

Beside her sat Don Baste, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, a stain of pasta sauce marring his tuxedo.

“What a tragedy,” guests murmured.
“She must be sickened.”
“She’s doing this for money.”

Clara heard every word.

Yet she raised her chin.

With gentle hands, she dabbed Don Baste’s forehead with a handkerchief.

“Are you uncomfortable?” she asked softly. “Would you like some water?”

Don Baste stiffened.

He had expected revulsion.

Instead, he saw kindness.

kindness.

Throughout the ceremony, she never left his side. For photographs, she held his large, trembling hand without hesitation.

Something inside him shifted.

THE TRIAL

At the mansion that night, Don Baste spoke coldly.

“You’ll sleep on the couch. And before bed—wash my feet. Feed me.”

It was a test.

He acted crude. Demanding. Cruel.

“This food is disgusting!” he yelled, flinging a plate.
“You’re too slow. Wipe my back.”

For three months, Clara served him like a caretaker.

And never once did she complain.

“I’ll do better tomorrow,” she would say gently.

Each night, as she massaged his swollen feet, she whispered words she thought he couldn’t hear.

“I know you’re not evil. You’re just wounded. I’m your wife. I won’t abandon you.”

He heard everything.

And beneath the layers he wore, his heart softened.

THE CHARITY BALL

The Grand Charity Ball marked Clara’s first entrance into elite society as Mrs. Montemayor.

She wore a breathtaking red gown. Diamonds shimmered at her throat.

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Clara was a young woman with hopes as wide as the sky but her life was caged by poverty she never chose.

Her father had ruined everything through gambling. What began as small bets spiraled into a crushing debt of 50 million pesos.

And the man he owed?

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Don Sebastian “Baste” Montemayor.

Across the nation, Don Baste was infamous—not just for his immense fortune, but for his terrifying appearance. He was said to weigh nearly 300 pounds, his body swollen and misshapen, his face marked with scars. He perspired constantly and relied on a motorized wheelchair, with whispers claiming he could no longer walk under his own weight.

Behind closed doors, people mocked him mercilessly.

They called him “the Pig Billionaire.”

THE BARGAIN

One night, black SUVs stopped outside Clara’s modest home.

Men in suits stepped inside.

“Pay what you owe,” they told her father coldly. “Or rot in prison.”

Her father fell to his knees.
“I don’t have the money!”

After a desperate pause, he blurted out the unthinkable.

“Take my daughter! Clara is young, beautiful, and hardworking. Let her marry Don Baste. Consider the debt paid!”

Clara froze.

“Dad… are you selling me?”

But desperation leaves no room for mercy.

To save her father’s life, Clara agreed to marry the man everyone feared.

THE WEDDING

On the wedding day, whispers filled the church.

Clara looked radiant—calm, graceful, glowing in white.

Beside her sat Don Baste, drenched in sweat, breathing heavily, a stain of pasta sauce marring his tuxedo.

“What a tragedy,” guests murmured.
“She must be sickened.”
“She’s doing this for money.”

Clara heard every word.

Yet she raised her chin.

With gentle hands, she dabbed Don Baste’s forehead with a handkerchief.

“Are you uncomfortable?” she asked softly. “Would you like some water?”

Don Baste stiffened.

He had expected revulsion.

Instead, he saw kindness.

Throughout the ceremony, she never left his side. For photographs, she held his large, trembling hand without hesitation.

Something inside him shifted.

THE TRIAL

At the mansion that night, Don Baste spoke coldly.

“You’ll sleep on the couch. And before bed—wash my feet. Feed me.”

It was a test.

He acted crude. Demanding. Cruel.

“This food is disgusting!” he yelled, flinging a plate.
“You’re too slow. Wipe my back.”

For three months, Clara served him like a caretaker.

And never once did she complain.

“I’ll do better tomorrow,” she would say gently.

Each night, as she massaged his swollen feet, she whispered words she thought he couldn’t hear.

“I know you’re not evil. You’re just wounded. I’m your wife. I won’t abandon you.”

He heard everything.

And beneath the layers he wore, his heart softened.

THE CHARITY BALL

The Grand Charity Ball marked Clara’s first entrance into elite society as Mrs. Montemayor.

She wore a breathtaking red gown. Diamonds shimmered at her throat.

Don Baste arrived in a tailored tuxedo, still massive, still mocked by stares.

Then she appeared—Vanessa.

A woman from Baste’s past. The one who had destroyed his faith in love.

“Oh Sebastian,” Vanessa sneered. “You’ve gotten even bigger. Is this the woman you bought?”

Laughter rippled around them.

“The beast and his purchased bride.”

Don Baste lowered his head.

He waited for Clara to retreat.

She didn’t.

She stepped forward.

“Do not insult my husband,” she said firmly.

Vanessa blinked in shock.

“Yes, he’s large,” Clara continued loudly. “Yes, he doesn’t fit your shallow standards. But his heart outweighs every soul in this room.”

She placed a hand on his shoulder.

“I married him because of debt. I stayed because I saw his goodness—something you’re blind to.”

The room fell silent.

“I’m proud to be Mrs. Montemayor. And I’d choose him over people like you any day.”

Vanessa stood humiliated.

Don Baste looked at Clara—and knew.

She was the one.

THE REVELATION

Back home, Clara guided him into the bedroom.

“No tea tonight,” he said.

His voice had changed—deep, smooth, powerful.

“Clara… look at me.”

He stood up.

She gasped.

He reached behind his neck and peeled away silicone.

Piece by piece, the illusion fell.

The scarred face.
The heavy body suit.
The wheelchair.
The wig.

Gone.

Standing before her was a tall, athletic man in his early thirties—handsome beyond belief.

Sebastian Montemayor.

His true self.

“I was tired,” he confessed. “Women loved my face and money. After betrayal, I hid. I searched for someone who would love my soul.”

He knelt before her.

“You passed every test.”