Todos los capítulos de I Stole The Don's Heart: Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Henry's POV3 days later.It's been 3 days since the day I went into FM company and escaped safely. Yet, he hasn't found out I did that, but somehow, he has increased his guards.I walk into my company, head straight to the elevator, and make my way up to my office. I chuckle as I think about Victor’s stupid spy plot.That fucker... He’s so naive when he thinks that Sarah will do anything to harm me. I won’t let anyone do anything against me anyway.I bet she will be here soon, and I'm ready to meet my maid, the lovely one. As I remember our Rachel matter, I pick up my phone and call Daniel."Hey, Henry," Daniel says as he answers the phone."How is Rachel doing?" I ask, "Has she been tortured and interrogated enough?" As I put my feet on the table and lift up my brow, I ask.He curses and hisses, "She escaped." "Damn it!""Damn," Daniel hisses again, "We have no idea how she did it, but she vanished like a ghost."Hm… I let out an angry sigh and a cold ‘hm’ before hung up the phone, a

Henry’s POV She rolls her eyes while her face turns pale, but a little red afterward. She lifts the paperwork to page 5 with her nervous finger and a hint of anger. She examines that page for a very long time, and I have no surprise at her reaction. "Rule number 1: The maid must not go outside of the mansion without the Lord's permission. Rule number 2: The maid is not allowed to gossip in the mansion unless she has the Lord's permission. Rule number 3: It is strictly prohibited to touch the wolf statuette on the nightstand in the mansion. Rule number 4: The maid must not fall in love with or marry her Lord. Rule number 5: The maid is not allowed to use personal devices such as laptops, computers, or phones during her working hours." Sarah lets out a sigh and then locks her gaze on mine. No fear. She stares at me. Her eyes and mine contact to open the conversation without a word. "Really, Henry?" I read in her eyes. "This is the 21st century, how come we have this

I hear the sound of the high heel while watching a silly sitcom on TV, and I know Jessica is on her way to my room. I threw a lifeless glance at her before returning my attention to the television."Good day, Henry." "I'm here to help you." She begins to remove her clothes, exposing her stunning body.She has beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair, and her body shape is flawless, as if sculpted by the sculptor. I have no idea why I called this stupid woman to my room. She has been faithful to me for a long time and is typically the one that comes to ease my cum.I look at her without excitement, which makes her a little nervous. I take out my phone and show her a picture of Sarah. I know this is really rude when I demand someone be another. But this woman is willing to do anything for me, and she just wants me to fuck her. She's so thirsty that she reveals everything in her lusty face as her nipple becomes harder simply because I stare at it for a while."Fuck me," she begs, kneeling in f

Henry’s POV. Someone knocks on the door, which irritates me because I wake up when the sun beams in my eyes. I look at the door and then press my brows together. I'm suffering from a headache as a result of the alcohol I drank yesterday. But then I hear the familiar voice, and my heart immediately melts. Sarah? Ah, Sarah starts working at my house today. How could I forget? Oh, fuck me sideways; my head is so heavy. My heart is beating with worry as Jessica wakes up after me. I intend to close her mouth before she tells Sarah what happened yesterday, as I can see upset in her eyes, and I know Sarah would hit me in the face if she didn't work here. As she leaves the room, I turn to Jessica and say it forcefully, my voice high. "Leave now, Jess." Don't make me lose patience." Jessica pouts as she grips my neck, evidently annoyed. "I don't care if you punish me; I'll stay no matter what." I groan, attempting to keep my cool as I shove her away. "Sure, go fuck yourself." Jessica slo

Henry’s POV. I'm sitting in my office, surrounded by useless paperwork. As I delve into the complexities of the paperwork spread on my desk, the weight of responsibility pounds down on me. When the door creaks open, my secretary Ivy enters the room and bats her lashes against mine. "Good morning, Mr. Lincoln," she says, her voice businesslike but her eyes lustful. "I have your schedule for the day." I nod, knowing she wants me to fuck her, but I never do. As is usual, I show my readiness to listen. "The board of directors is eager to discuss the progress of our latest ventures," Ivy says to begin. "They're particularly interested in the pharmaceutical acquisitions we've made." The meeting is planned to begin at 10 a.m." My eyes light up with enthusiasm at the possibility of navigating these dangerous seas. "Alright," I say calmly. "Let them know I'll be ready." Ivy continues, her voice franker than usual. "You must also go to Mrs. Lincoln's house at 5 p.m. today because it is