All Chapters of His To Claim!!!: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Don AngeloI don’t want to leave the table and have Carla looking everywhere for us when she returns, so I’m left here with Hattos. He is still here because I have not moved an inch but is communicating with my other men disguised as cleaners, servers, cooks, and security guards. Some of them are even disguised as invited guests. Hattos always makes such arrangements when we attend public events like this.Despite so many of my men being here, they still can’t find her. I should be checking the CCTV footage in the control room, but I’ll hate to see my people clashing with the Caprios. We are not really on good terms, and besides, that sneaky bastard, Mateo Garcia, would try to use the slightest escalation to his advantage. This girl has grown some balls. She has the nerve to keep me waiting all this while. Have I been too soft on her or something? For her sake, I hope she did not run away. I just hope so. For her own sake. I’m tired of sitting in the same spot and waiting for her to

CarlaHow did I get here? I was only trying to help a stranger with her dress and get off the stage. How come I am now a commodity being priced at an auction? I know I have messed up, and Don Angelo doesn't even want to look at me, but I have learned my lesson. I will never do anything this stupid again. Why won't he look my way?God, please make him have mercy on me… Don Angelo… Please, save me. Please… I can't even dare to cry in public. What image would I create for him? He might even punish me more than I deserve. How many spanks am I getting tonight? I can't count, because I may just faint by imagining it. “One billion dollars for the dress and the model!” Who is this man? Why is he trying to do this to me? I have not seen him before. I don't even know anyone here. So, why are they trying to make a fool out of me here? Who pays one billion dollars for a dress?Can't there be anything normal in this place? Is this what a fashion show in Jet City looks like? I am sorry, Don Ang

Carla“Do you believe I'll cripple you if you dare take one more step?” What the heck just happened? Should I just pretend I did not hear anything and move forward? It's only five steps left to get off this damn stage, anyways. Who the fuck wants to cripple me under the full view of the media and all these invited guests? Does this person even have a grudge against me? Or… Oh my goodness! I get it now. I'm finished. This person must have a grudge against Don Angelo or his family. Shit! I'm innocent, for crying out loud! How am I supposed to pay for a crime I don't even know about? Now, Don Angelo is angry with me, yet this person is taking pleasure in humiliating me because of him. How is any of this fair to me? I want to run. I really want to defy whoever it is and run out of this place, but what is the guarantee that Don Angelo would accept me with open arms? Would he even protect me if these people decide to humiliate me any further? I don't know how it starts, but my tears fi

Carla“Let go!” Don Angelo orders in a suppressed growl. He is so angry with me that I don't know why. Yes, I have committed an error that nearly caused a fight, but I have learned my lesson. I won't ever do it again. But why is he still so angry? I… I did not know the show would just become something so demeaning after I stepped on stage. “Don… Don… please, I’m sorry. It will never happen again, please…”I don't understand why everything is happening so fast. Even my body is not listening to me. I am trembling all over, yet the air conditioning is not even turned on. “Don…” Why is he not saying anything? I am now kneeling down with my forehead resting on his right foot. To prevent Don Angelo from leaving the room, I grab tightly onto his feet and prevent him from moving. I know my strength is nothing compared to his, but I believe he will have mercy on me this way. If Don Angelo walks out of here, I fear my punishment will be too much. I might just die in the process. Wait! W…

Don AngeloTsk! You're scared now, huh? As soon as I mention that I'll kill her myself and send her brother to join her, the little fox’s concentration is back. It's as if she has a switch that is only controlled by this Aldo of a brother she has. Nothing makes sense to her like that brother of hers. I know she wants to say something now, and I also want to hear her. I throw Carla onto the bed and watch her take deep breaths. I bet her jaw is hurting, but it's not as much as the way I’m hurting right now. I must punish her for her carelessness. “Please, Don. Don't hurt Aldo.” And she is still begging for this Aldo guy. I have not laid eyes on him yet, but I sure need to teach this sister of his a lesson. With my glare, she clams up and lies sprawled on the bed like the toy she is. “Lie on your stomach and show me your back.” Carla does just that, and the sight of her shaking ass nearly made me lose concentration. Time to teach my pet a lesson.“Who are you, Carla Dawson?” She