All Chapters of Claiming The Heiress: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

KaterinaWell, can’t blame a girl for trying. I went there in that unexpectedly large and modern dining room and tried for one last time to be friendly. It all came to bite me in the ass. And that’s what I get for pretending to be nice.No, I tell myself as I wander out of the house to the shadow behind it, no, I am to blame for even assuming I could reason with someone who could not be reasoned with. When I woke up today, somewhat refreshed thanks to the solid ten-hour sleep and the fresh air in the house, I thought it could be a good idea to try and fix things. If I am to stay here for an entire year or whatever, at least I need to be friendly with the people around. Too bad they don’t want friendly. So, war it is. I can be petulant like a child if that’s what he assumes anyway, right?Taking in another deep breath, I close my eyes, forcing myself to calm down, to not let the rage consume me, because I will not the person who lets people like Alejandro Montener control their emotion

KaterinaThe lawyers continue to discuss and explain all the little details of the inheritance - about my monthly allowance, which is pretty nice compared even to my salary, not to mention other perks like always having groceries and bills paid. I can see the appeal. I can understand why someone would want such a life - never having to worry about money ever again, having money and influence, making sure you stay on top of the food chain instead of grinding all the damn time. With so much money in one’s disposition, I can understand Alejandro Montener’s greed and why he hates me this much.And I am chained now. I am chained to him and to this place, and to everything I stand against. I don’t care about the money. I don’t care about the lands and the businesses and anything like this. Yet I signed the papers. I don’t know even know why I did it, but it’s over now and I can’t just walk away, can I? I came here to find out more about my father, to understand better why he did the things

KaterinaWe laugh it all off when the priest, whose name I shamefully forgot, so quiet he was the entire time, walks into the kitchen. He’s changed out of his clothes, and again I wonder what it is that a catholic priest actually does and why doesn’t he have a place to stay at the church or whatever. The moment he notices us so casually sitting around the table, chatting our day off, Eva just finish the last lemon for our improvised margarita which is going to be just tequila with lemon juice.“I am sorry, I didn’t know you were here,” he tells to no one in particular, his pale cheeks flushing immediately and it is kind of cute, even though I am not sure whether I am allowed to think of someone like him as cute. I mean, I am not interested in him that way, but still. The truth is I have never met a catholic priest in my life and it’s kind of an enigma.“It’s okay,” I shrug and wave him in, “we are just taking a little rest after this long day.”He stays at the threshold, looking all k

KaterinaSan Luis is a small but pretty decent town, situated almost in the middle of the island. It has everything a person can expect, including a local mall and a large pub, which, if Juan is correct, is the only decent place in town to get chicken wings and entertainment at the same time.At eight pm it is crowded with people though. It’s loud and the air smells of cigars and alcohol and sweat. Every single table is already taken as well as the bar. People are laughing and drinking, celebrating the end of yet another working day under the scorching sun. Waitresses in skin tight uniforms carry large plates with food and drinks, and the music is loud and unfamiliar to my ears. Yet, somehow, as I follow Eva and Juan inside, it’s also like I’ve always known the melody that’s running through the speakers, the words barely audible over the chatter and the laughs, and the curses.Juan seems like he’s looking for someone, that grin of his back again after it was dimmed for a second there

KaterinaWe drive in silence for what feels forever until Alejandro pulls to a stop near something that pretty much reminds me of an old abandoned church. I tense immediately, because weren’t we headed home? Somehow I don’t like the complete darkness that surrounds us or the fact that I am completely alone with this vicious stranger in the middle of nowhere. Yet, I don’t say a word as he kills the engine and turning off all lights in the vehicle, turns to face me.By instinct, I retract, sitting as further away from him as possible in the confined space we are in. My hand darts to the small pepper spray bottle at the keychain I carry everywhere with me, just in case and for some reason I can’t stop the rapid beating of my heart. Deep down I know it has nothing to do with any potential danger and everything to do with the man next to me. A man I despise with the same passion he despises me, but… “Do you know that your father is buried in this cemetery?” Alejandro asks then, his voice