All Chapters of His To Claim!!!: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Carla Don Angelo's hand rests firmly on my waist, and he doesn't seem to be letting go anytime soon. I don't know why, but he seems to be a little more touchy and extra clingy since returning from work. The servants follow us to the room and quickly drop the boxes onto a table against the wall. There are already a few books there, but it's still wide enough to fit all the items. My mind still wonders about what could be in the boxes, and I am unable to stop my gaze from lingering on them for a little while longer than necessary. “Ouch!!!” I let out a low yelp when a sharp pain brought me out of my reverie. Don Angelo is currently sitting on the bed, and I am on his lap. I don't even remember when we came to this sitting position. He looks into my eyes without remorse as he dares me in a mischievous tone, “Look away from me again, and I'll bite your lips harder.” The first bite is all I need to understand that I don't want him to bite my lips anymore. “I… I’m sorry, Don.” I apo

Angelo“Hello, D, I’m doing just fine. Yes. We need to change the arrangements. I don't know how to proceed at this moment.” That voice…I walk down the corridor from my study, as I have been analyzing the various footprints left by that Davidson traitor. I really do not understand how a man will disappear with his whole family, and there will be no trace of them. I have been searching for them for so many years that I feel the people they're working with are getting smarter and smarter by the day. An insider job is highly likely now, but who could it be?Anytime I’m about to get close, the trace gets lost. It's as if he has been doing everything intentionally, just to throw me off balance. But not to worry. I will get him and his family. I am Don Angelo Garcia, and when I finally lay my hands on him, I will show him hell on earth. I will serve him in the same measure that he has served the Hernandez family. Revenge, they say, is a dish best served cold. Just like every other time

Lucinda I finally take a rest while plopping onto the floor. I feel so exhausted! Just like the days before this one, I have been going through intense training by my right-hand man. As my second in command and also my right-hand man, he seems amiable on the outside, but anytime we need to train, I end up seeing a different side to him. I am tired and totally wasted, but I can't complain. I cannot be a Don that's only protected by the people around me. I need to stand on my feet for my own protection. This is the only way. He hands me a bottle of water, and as I take a few careful sips, he begins to speak. “Don, how do we handle this issue? The manager says the shareholders want you to be at the meeting at all costs. I don't know why they're insisting, but it can't be for anything good.” My second-in-command relays reports from my company. I started from scratch, working as a nameless designer, till I became a household sensation, with tons of chic designs to my name. Then, Cinda

Lucinda “Hahahahahah! You're good. I'll give you that. You even prepared a backup plan with your right-hand man in the center of it. You're smarter than I expected.” Who does this man think he is? He's my captive, yet he still has a mouth to talk so haughtily. [Pa!!!] Dexter lands a violent blow to the masked man’s mouth before he can say anything else. This sends the man falling onto the floor and writhing in pain. Blood fills the ground, but Dexter doesn't care, as he continues to land punch after punch on his face. I am tempted to make Dexter stop the assault on this man, but I know he needs to vent his frustration. Even I had my heart in my mouth just now. Things would not have been this easy if they were to succeed in capturing me.As I stare at Dexter's furious back, I am taken aback to realize that I am seeing the image of the boy who saved me at the lake during that winter season. He is the reason I am alive today, but even Dexter does not know the story. No. It can nev

Carla“Ouch!”Why does my head hurt so much? It feels like someone wants to split my head open. Ouch! Where am I? Where's everyone? And why is everything so dark and… Wait! I’ve been kidnapped. I remember excusing myself to the washroom, only to see a bulky man in black standing behind me.He… He rushed over and placed something on my nose, and I blacked out while struggling in his arms. I’ve been kidnapped. But why? I have not provoked anyone since I came to Jet City. Why am I here?“Boss, she's awake!” I hear a foreign voice near me.Who's speaking? What are they going to do to me? The whole place smells of rusted iron and booze. The stench is so nauseating!Why would they tie my hands and legs and still cover my head with a blindfold? Are they so scared of me finding out where we are? “Finally! She has kept me waiting for too long.” Another person with a deep and commanding voice walks into the room. He’s not alone, because I hear numerous footsteps approaching. What are they tr