Lahat ng Kabanata ng His To Claim!!!: Kabanata 81 - Kabanata 90

CarlaI have been married to Don Angelo for the past three months, and our marriage has been nothing but bliss. I usually wake up to a sweet morning of a wonderful fuck session or a heated night with enough activity to make my legs wobbly through the day. However, I can not complain, as my husband has been making me feel so loved that I cannot trade this life for any other.Don Angelo invested in Carla Couture with seed money of fifty million dollars. That notwithstanding, he requests nothing in return. He only wants me to do what I want and be happy while at it.As for modeling, I have been doing more and more of it recently, as I feel so elated walking the runway. It makes me feel so free that I don’t want to stop, no matter how tight my schedule is.My peaceful life has been interrupted by Fiona Hernandez on so many occasions that I feel she should be thrown out of the house. However, Angelo always begs that I should bear with him, as her presence would not last too long. I just ho

Carla“You think so? Why then did you dismiss me so quickly? I could give you a mirror to check your red face, you know?” I know there can be something special between Lucy and her right-hand man. She’s just too dense to see it. However, I will leave it for now. I don’t wish to scare my clueless friend, anyway.“Mmmhm! This steak tastes…” I don’t know how to describe it. I have tasted steak at various places, but this one is too different. Lucinda grabs her fork and takes a bite, also, but to my surprise, she also feels the same way. “What is this?” We both blurt out angrily. Is someone trying to poison me now? Is there someone waiting out there to capture me again? “Carla… Are you okay?” Lucinda grabs my trembling hands as she calls for her right-hand man to join us in the booth. I nod absentmindedly, all the while reaching for my phone. I grab it with shaky hands and dial my husband’s number. I already have him on speed dial. “Hubby, help…” Those are the only words that could es

Carla I flutter my eyes open with difficulty, only realizing now that I fell asleep in the end. How could I bear to allow sleep to take over me when my life is in danger? Maybe whatever the person drugged me with was not only to induce a heart attack as Mildred said, but it’s also supposed to make me drowsy. Besides, I already had some anesthesia in my system. “Do you think you have what it takes to…” That voice… wait, I know who it is. I know that voice. “Fiona. It’s Fiona. She is the one who’s trying to kill me.” Is she crazy? I have been avoiding her for the longest time because I do not wish to be known as the person who separates those two. She is the only family I see around Angelo, and I really hate to clash with her, yet she’s always looking for trouble. Fiona does not seem to appreciate anything I have been doing here.All she wants is the power that comes with being the lady of the Hernandez house, even if she’s not Don Angelo’s wife. Tsk! Lady of the house, my foot! S

Lucinda I feel so stupid to be doing this, but all the same, I’m still giddy about the prospects. Closure. That’s what I need so badly that I swallow my tears and bitterness, facing this hurdle once and for all. I have been trying to meet Don Angelo Hernandez for the longest time but to no avail. Even before becoming Don Caprio, he would not see me. Now that I’m the Caprio, he still does not want to lay his eyes on me. I guess I disgust him somehow, huh? The realization causes a bitter feeling to arise in my chest, but I swallow it as quickly as it comes. I can feel my hands trembling lightly, and the only thing I can do is take a deep breath and try to calm my nerves. The man does not love anybody. Or, maybe it would be better to say Don Angelo cannot love any woman. No woman can move him with love. I know I sound stupid, but that is what I have been thinking for the longest time. He would not look at me like a woman, and because of that, he chooses to avoid me rather than deal

CarlaI woke up from a long sleep, feeling groggy. I am still too weak to move out of bed, but I can talk now. I have been up for about twenty minutes, just looking into the air. I feel so heavy, so vulnerable, and so weak. I am totally at the mercy of all the people in this house. I can see Meredith sleeping across from me, but I cannot call her. Well, maybe I don’t wish to wake her up because I remember vaguely how she has been going up and down trying to stabilize my temperature through the night. Apparently, I suffered a fever at night, and I am just so lucky that Meredith has been here. Then again, it is such wittiness and quick thinking that makes her doctor, Meredith, in the first place. I watch her stir awake gently, and her eyes go wide like saucers when she sees me staring. “Holy cow! Carla… You scared the shit out of me.” She shifts uncomfortably in the chair before finally finding a good spot to settle in. “Hahahahahaaa!!!” I laugh like a maniac, hearing my hoarse voic