Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claiming What's Mine: A Billionaire Romance: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

THE BEGINNINGI am Kirsten Zaldua.I stood in front of the towering Rockwell Corporation building, feeling small and out of place. My reflection stared back at me from the glass doors—tired, determined, but undeniably weary. Hugging the insulated delivery bag tightly against my chest, I braced myself for what lay ahead.This wasn’t my first delivery to this company, but somehow, the nerves always got to me. The polished marble floors, the sharp suits of the employees walking briskly inside, the hum of luxury and power that seemed to fill the air—it always reminded me of a world I desperately wanted to be part of but knew I didn’t belong in.Tightening my grip on the bag, I took a deep breath and tried to push away the thoughts clawing at the back of my mind. But they always found a way to resurface. Life wasn’t always like this for me.When I was younger, we had a simple but happy life. My mom, Olivia Zaldua, was an accountant for a small company, while my dad, Elias, worked as a cons

NEW DAYBefore heading to bed, I glanced at my phone and saw the delivery schedule for the next day. Another drop-off at Rockwell Corporation. My heart gave a small flutter—was it excitement, or just the hope that tomorrow might bring something new? I wasn’t sure.As I lay there in the dim light of the small room, the weight of the day settled on my shoulders. I could feel the thin mattress beneath me, the fabric worn and soft from years of use. The silence in the room was almost oppressive, but it was a silence I had come to know well—a kind of quiet that wrapped itself around my thoughts, leaving me alone with my hopes and fears.Tomorrow felt like another battle, another challenge to face, but I had learned not to fear the challenges. They were part of the rhythm of my life now. My heart still fluttered at the thought of the delivery tomorrow—Rockwell Corporation. Every time I stepped into their sleek, glass-and-steel building, I couldn't help but feel a spark of something. Maybe i

POVIt wasn’t entirely true, but he wasn’t ready to admit, even to himself, that his curiosity was entirely personal.Antonius’s mind raced as he watched Kirsten disappear down the street, the soft hum of her bike fading into the distance. He tried to shake off the feeling of curiosity, but it clung to him, like an itch that couldn’t be scratched.His assistant, still standing by his side, glanced at him, unsure of the abrupt shift in his mood.“Are you sure, sir?” the assistant asked, trying to assess the situation.Antonius gave a small nod, his gaze lingering on the empty street where she had vanished.“Set up the meeting. I want to know everything about the delivery company she works for. The sooner, the better.” His voice was steady, but there was an underlying edge to it, one that betrayed just how much his thoughts had been consumed by this simple, yet inexplicably compelling, girl.The assistant, though still puzzled, didn’t dare question him further. “Of course, sir. I’ll mak

OPPORTUNITY A chapter that held the promise of more than I had ever dared to imagine.And as I pedaled home, the gentle hum of my bike beneath me, I felt a sense of purpose settling into my chest. The future was out there, waiting for me, just beyond the horizon.The next morning, the restaurant was abuzz with activity, but it wasn’t the usual pre-opening rush. There was an underlying excitement in the air, a ripple of anticipation that seemed to infect everyone. Even the staff who were typically quiet and reserved during the early hours were whispering amongst themselves about Mr. Reyes’s big meeting with the CEO of Rockwell Corporation.I tried to stay focused on my tasks, but it was hard not to let my thoughts wander. The possibilities were endless, and while I didn’t know exactly what Mr. Reyes’s meeting would entail, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something monumental was about to happen.By midday, Mr. Reyes returned to the restaurant. He stepped through the doors with a pur

The paramedics loaded her into the ambulance, and I followed, feeling like I was walking through a fog. I sat beside her, my hand never leaving hers, as the lights of the ambulance flashed in the darkness. The hum of the engine and the rush of their movements seemed so distant, yet so close to my heart.“Don’t leave me, Mom,” I whispered softly, the words escaping my lips in a prayer. My heart ached with each breath I took, desperate for her to wake up, to say something—anything—just to show me she was still with me.As the ambulance raced toward the hospital, I couldn’t stop the flood of emotions overwhelming me. The tears came, finally, as I let myself feel the full weight of the fear that had been pressing down on me since I found her on the floor. I held her hand tighter, squeezing as if my love could bring her back to me.Please, don’t let it end like this. Not now, not when we’ve only just begun to have a chance.I could feel my heartbeat in my throat, pounding, louder than the