The Cruel Dickless Billionaire

Javier stared at his doctor in disbelief as if he had grown two horns on his head, when he heard the news that he couldn't produce sperm to have his own child. Confusion washed over him, evident in his facial expression. The sofa he was sitting on suddenly became uncomfortable, prompting him to stand up and pace around the room, his hands buried in his hair as he tried to process the information. Turning towards his doctor, Javier asked, "What do you mean, Ronnie?" His voice was slow and strained, as he fought to hold back his emotions because he was on the verge of breaking down already. Ronnie began, "Javier, you know we've been friends since college and I can't lie to—" "Get to the point," Javier snapped impatiently, glaring at him. Ronnie blurted out, "Your d**k is lifeless. I-I mean you're infertile." He quickly looked away, realizing his bluntness. Javier furrowed his eyebrows, trying to comprehend what he had just heard. Ronnie met his gaze again and explained, "What I meant was that your d**k won't react to s****l pleasure ever again. You won't be able to produce sperm because your d**k is dead." He muttered the last part in a low tune because he didn't want to make it sound offensive. Tears welled up in Javier's eyes, but he quickly wiped them away. "Is there any hope?" he asked, his voice trembling. Ronnie remained silent for a moment before slowly shaking his head. "I asked a f*****g damn question!" Javier growled, frustration evident in his voice. He pulled at his hair in frustration and slowly sank down to the floor. In concerned, Ronnie rushed towards him and knelt beside him. "It's not the end of the world, Javier. Don't be too hard on yourself. Make sure you take your medication. Maybe, just maybe, there might be some changes." He tried to comfort him with his words. "What caused this?" Javier asked, his eyes blinking away tears. Ronnie stood up and walked towards his briefcase, pulling out a white envelope. He returned to Javier and said, "Based on the general scan we conducted, we noticed something—" Javier's phone vibrated loudly, interrupting Ronnie. He waved his hand, signaling Ronnie to stop talking, and Ronnie understood, leaving the envelope behind as he quickly exited the room. Thirty minutes later, Javier sped into his father's mansion, nearly running over one of the clumsy servants. Fortunately, she managed to get out of the way in time Ignoring the garage, he parked his car in the middle of the compound, too angry to care. He stormed into the building and angrily slammed the main door shut, catching his mother's attention. She had been engrossed in whatever she was watching on the TV. Startled, she turned to face him, with her hand on her chest. "Javier, you scared me!" she snapped. He glared at her for a moment before heading up the stairs to his room. "You never told me about your date with Olivia. Did everything go well?" she asked, "But why are you home....." her voice trailing off as he walked away. He abruptly stopped on the fourth step, clenching and unclenching his fists in anger. He turned around to face her, his anger evident in his expression, as he sent her murderous glare. When she saw how angrily he looked, she quickly covered her mouth with her palm and muttered, "Just as I thought. What was I even thinking?" She probably hadn't expected him to hear it, but he did. Ignoring her, he turned back around and continued up the stairs until he reached his room. Once inside, he searched for something to take his anger out on. He was angry at everything happening in his life. Everything was a total mess. His gaze landed on the mirror, and without a second thought, he strode across the room, lifted his fist, and threw a powerful punch, shattering the glass on the floor. Blood dripped from his hand, "Ahh...!" causing him to groan in pain as he cradled his injured hand. He wondered when all the pains he felt inside his heart would end. It was seriously eating him up, not after hearing Ronnie's report which literally worsened everything. "Why won't Dad leave you alone? You're old enough to make your own decisions," his little sister's voice broke through his thoughts. He turned to see her walking into his room, her doll in her lap. Her eyes widened when she saw his bleeding fist. "Javier, stop hurting yourself when you're angry. You need to see a doctor before your wound gets infected," Fabby said, concern evident in her voice as she moved closer to him. "What are you doing in my room, Fabby?" he demanded, stopping her in her tracks. He glared down at her, but she simply shrugged her shoulders. She was one hell of a spoilt kid, who always found it fun to get on the family's nerves, but then Javier was always there is defend her no matter what. "Dad is back and he's demanding your presence downstairs. I came to inform you! So don't think too high of yourself!" Fabby yelled rudely, glaring back at him as she clutched her Barbie doll to her chest. "Did you just raise your voice at me, Fabby?" he asked, stepping closer to her, to pull her ears asual. Whenever she acts disrespectfully. "Here's a little secret, Javier. Olivia's dad was here, and from the look of things, he seemed very angry before he left. I think it's related to why Dad is demanding your presence," Fabby explained smartly, trying to ignore his previous question—and succeeding—before turning her back and walking out of his room. Fabby's words made him pause. He quickly wiped the blood from his hands and made his way downstairs to see his father. As he reached the bottom of the stairs, but before he could process what was happening, a strong palm landed on his face, " Ow...!" Causing him to let out a moan of pain. He stared angrily at his father, still holding his cheek. His gaze then shifted to his mother, who had a shocked expression on her face before she quickly looked away. She was helpless and couldn't stand up against her husband's demands, forcing her son to marry an arrogant woman solely for their social status. She was so ashamed of her husband's actions. "Have you not brought enough shame upon me, Javier?!" his father exclaimed furiously, pacing around the large sitting area with his hand on his waist. "Your pictures are all over the news, Javier! Rumors are spreading that the multi-billion dollar player is now gay because of how you humiliated Olivia in front of the whole world. My own son is gay!" he exclaimed, finding it hard to believe. "Well… they can think whatever they want, do I look like I care?" Javier scoffed, feeling undisturbed about the whole thing. His Dad turned to him, moving closer, but Javier stood his ground, refusing to retreat. "What happened on the date you and Olivia went for?" His Father demanded, "And if you dare lie to me, Javier, I will slap you again." He threatened. Javier chuckled softly and defiantly exclaimed, "Go ahead, Father! Give it your best shot!" .