Semua Bab Claim by the Don: Bab 141 - Bab 150

Zoey p.o.vOur second day in Paris went by Marco taking around touring, Third day, Caroline and I did a lot of workshop exploring in the resort. We did some pottery art, and crafts, as guided by the experts.Today being the fourth, we're doing something different. Caroline and I are at a club, 'mouillé' [wet] a very famous club around here. By ourselves.Nope, Marco didn't come along, neither did anyone of his men trailing behind us, and so is Caroline's husband. We are here alone, for some girls night.Or are we?I am wearing a neck strap Black shimmering dress that reaches just below my butt cheeks. Too short? I know that's the plan, the neckline of the dress is low enough to expose my cleavage.A small black clutch in have, I let my hair waves down covering my back.Caroline on the other had, is wearing a red dress, same length as mine. Her hair up in a tight ponytail, like a typical badass.If you're to judge Caroline from our painting session as a decent and quiet girl, you gue

Zoey p.o.vAfter the club incident in Paris, we spent two more weeks there. Enjoying our honeymoon phase to the fullest, not leaving any stone unturned.But we still have to come back home and continue our usual life.So, here I am walking into my company. How ironically, the company I once worked for as a junior staff is now own by me? I shook my head, knowing fully well that I wouldn't have been able to achieve this much in my early years if not for Marco.Well, like they said miracle comes in different form, and this is mine.“Good morning, ma” A voice greets me immediately I arrived at my floor. “I've prepared your schedule for the week, and sent it to your email. Also, the new contract is already on your table, along your regular hot chocolate.” He was stumbling over his words, nervousness was written over him.“Who are you?” I didn't mean for it to come out harsh, I shrugged, anyway I need to know. He froze for a moment, I'm using him because it's a guy. A young man didn't over

Zoey p.o.vI came back to the office, only the once vibrant atmosphere has turn stiff with tension. Everyone was moving around like some programmed robot.Like they were threading on tin ice.That could only mean one thing, Marco is here.I thought they must have been used to his presence over the years, but some things never change. Marco rarely dropped by, and today is one of those days.I am thrilled anything he comes in, I feel relaxed with here.Abel, press the elevator close.“Ma'am, you seem happy.” He must have noticed how fast my mood has brightened. “Does that mean you're satisfied with today's meeting?” Abel asked.“Even better.” I grinned. “Huh?”Abel opened the door for me and I entered, my husband is sitting on my seat behind the desk. He has this expressionless face, but being with him from childhood, I know he's upset about something.“Get out.” His voice was calm but deadly.I look behind to find a shivering Abel who's about to piss his pant. I almost forgot about hi

Zoey p.o.vAfter Marco stormed off on me in the office, I wasn't able to concentrate properly anymore. His sudden outburst had caught me completely off guard, and I couldn't shake off the feeling of hurt and confusion that lingered in the air.I tried to focus on my work, but my mind kept drifting back to the exchange we had just moments ago. I was unable to understand why he had reacted so strongly, and I couldn't help but feel responsible for his anger.Was it about Abel? Or something else.I know calling him would be useless, I will allow him to calm down. We will talk about it at home. “My goodness.” I groan.A knock on the door distracted me, I muttered a come in and Abel stuck his head in."Ma'am, you called me." He fully steps in, after confirming that Marco isn't in sight. "Cancel all my meetings for the rest of the day.""Ok, ma." He faltered, unsure of my request. "Are you alright ma'am." His voice is thick his concern, so was his eyes."Yes, you can leave." I dismissed."

Zoey's p.o.vI stood outside my parents house, listening to their familiar bickering. It was a sound that had been a constant in my life for as long as I could remember, and strangely enough, I found myself enjoying it.“I always have to remind you countlessly before you take the waste bin out, Harrison ?” my mom's voice came from inside the house.“I do my best, but you always find something to complain about,” my dad shot back. He voices sounded so relaxed, he must have gotten used to this routine too.I couldn't help but smile at their banter. It was like a well-rehearsed play that they performed every day, with the same lines and the same dramatic flair.“You know, Harrison, if you just listened to me once in a while, maybe we wouldn't have these problems,” my mom said, his tone exasperated.Mom has missed out on this part of her life, for six long, agonizing years. They went through the struggle of separation all to keep this daughter of theirs safe, sometimes I wonder how they w