His To Claim, His To Ruin

Lana“You only have six months to live. I'm very sorry, Lana. The accident three years ago triggered it. I can't help you prolong your life anymore, other than putting you on medication to ease your burden a little bit.” The doctor's words were clear; he didn't stutter, but he was sympathizing with me instead. “But if you consider physical science…” My priorities and plans in life were clear.Study, finish college, earn my diploma, get a job from the top hospital in the country as a nurse, and support my mother's treatment.But only one dream came true. I support my mother's necessities, but not as a nurse working in a big hospital saving lives; instead, I am someone who wears tight midi dresses with a tray in my hands, serving countless jerks, getting sexually assaulted by douchebag customers, and throwing away the dreams I once had built.And having six months to live isn't on my bingo card.I stuttered, “W-what if I don't take the medication as prescribed?”The doctor took a deep b

LanaJudging by his facial manifestations right now, his goons can shoot my father with just one command. The thought of losing my parents began to trudge down my spine, sending shivers down my spine as I struggled while kneeling. Instead of my father begging for an ounce of forgiveness, I pushed him a little, showing the deepest remorse and sincerity I could offer.“Mr. Mancini…” tears rolled down my cheeks as I saw my parents in misery. Addressing him by his last name doesn't sit right. His face changed from stoicism to annoyance. The Don’s face darkened—enough to assume irritation began to build up.“Plead forgiveness to the Don, Lana. Let him see you're obedient,” my father's plea made me nibble my lower lip. “Serve him.”And there it is, a provoking statement my ears can't dodge. Now I'm caught in this dangerous game where fleeing is not an option; otherwise, he won't spare any of us.To think I wasn't able to help them makes me think I'm nothing but a useless idiot. I should be

Lana If there's one lesson I must hold onto, it's ‘Life goes on.’ The world won't stop, despite the remaining six months I have to live. “Table three! Faster!” Our manager, Sandy, shouted when guests kept flooding Tune In like a motherfucking wave. She knew we're short-staffed, and yet the management kept on accepting customers; they didn't give a damn about the remaining staff who were gonna work all night just to accommodate all the guests!Despite my legs throbbing, I still managed to flash a fake smile on my lips as I walked towards the vacant table to clean. Some customers who were passing by suddenly spanked my butt, making me jolt momentarily as my ballistic eyes followed their narrowed direction. Goddamn. I'm a fat-ass liar if I say I'm not annoyed. Complaining to our manager, Sandy, all the time is useless, because no matter how much she emphasizes that escorts and servers are completely different, there are still people who lack decency and respect. I'm not a prostitut

Lana​I felt stupid as my eyes began to blur. Any minute from now, the tears I've been holding back poured like a dam.​Salvatore went away.​“Unless you follow everything I say, then you're good muffin.”​To keep my head straight means I must be confident. “Let’s make the contract marriage duration six months,” I affirmed as I tried to negotiate.​Salvatore scowled. He gave her a mocking look. “I will be the one to decide when our contract ends,” he muttered with finality. “This isn't a charity. Six months is not enough to pay off 2 million, including other expenses I'll be providing. I'll be the only one who gets to decide when it is gonna end.”​I cocked my eyebrows. “Fine. A year?”​A year? Fuck. I don't think you'd still be alive in your sixth month Lana! Bold of you to negotiate. Either way you're no longer alive.​“Questioning my decision means you're not willing to follow what I want. Heeding to what I demand is one of my conditions, have you forgotten?”​Shoulders are

Salvatore​Lana is the fastest person to leave after she heard my men are about to depart.​I was about to remind her about a certain thing, but I knew she wouldn't run away—not when I was the reason to find a kidney for her sick mother, so I didn’t bother dragging her back to my mansion.​Paul, along with Owen, appeared in front of me.​“Don Salvatore,” Paul, my man who's handling most of the paperwork, just entered the living room. “Attorney Figueroa reminded me about insurance. Lana’s papers, including her surname, must be changed effective immediately. It is to input her name under your insurance.”​Why does she need to sign one more time when she already did before?​I nodded. “Make arrangements with Attorney Figueroa. I'd like to meet him in three days.”​“Copy, Don.”​I stood up and glanced at him. “Keep me updated about our marriage license.”​“Your past marriage license with Madame has been…revoked. A new one has been issued along with Lana.”​I didn't say anything a