All Chapters of Claimed by the billionaire at the altar: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

For the first time in weeks, I turned on my phone. As expected, my phone was buzzing with so many messages. Most of them were hate messages, so I didn’t bother opening them. Some were from my girlfriends, checking up on me. I felt guilty for not replying to their messages. They didn’t deserve my silence. Honestly, I was scared of how they viewed me now. Did they really believe I did that? Would they second guess introducing me to their partners? Would they even invite me to their wedding?Now that I think of it from this angle, would I even have anyone left after this whole ordeal? At the top of the messages was one from an unknown number. Unknown number: Hello, my name is Havillah Jones. I am a reporter, I work for The Harbor Times and I can help you. I’ve been following your case for a while. My heart skipped a beat. Help? No one who had texted me offered to help. A few had asked for interviews, but they were all gossip blogs who didn’t care about me. I hesitated, my thumb hover

I wasn’t sure what Olivia’s plan was. Was this kidnapping? She asked one of her bodyguards to lock the door and close the blinds. I couldn’t say the extent of what Olivia was capable of. I remember someone stood up to her in high school. She was upset and the next day we were told the person had transferred schools without any explanation. She could kill me and get rid of my body easily because her family had the money and means. “No one’s coming to save you, darling,” she sneered.She paced back and forth furiously. “I spared you way too many times in the past, I should have finished you when I had the chance. Girls like you should stay quiet, you don’t deserve to have a voice.”I prayed for a miracle. I prayed someone would come and save me. She continued. “It’s always about, Jane. You’re all he talks about, even in his sleep. I thought I had gotten rid of you for good, only for you to rear your ugly head again.” I raised a brow, confused. I think Olivia had me confused with s

I bit my lips nervously. The last time I visited my father at the hospital, I came with Nate and we discussed marriage. My parents never stopped telling me how proud they were. My life was perfect, just how they wanted. I had a good job and a man that adored me. They love Nate. They trusted Nate. Now, walking into the hospital, a lot has changed. I wasn’t the perfect daughter anymore. I was known as a home wrecker, and I was visiting with a different man, a man I knew my mother wasn’t going to approve of. A man whose name has been dragged through gossip with mine. He had a lot of tattoos, he smoked, and he caused a lot of chaos. He was the exact man my mom warned me of in my teenage years. “You don’t have to come with me. You can wait in the car,” I said to Zac.He was acting like someone was going to snatch me if he left my side. “I want to,” he insisted. “And your parents are lovely people.”I can’t believe Zac’s charm worked for my parents. What did he say to them? “I think

I hadn’t seen Zac in twenty-four hours, not that I was counting, but I thought about him a lot. The conversation we had that night was the most we’ve ever said to each other. I wanted more of it even though it was dangerous. My feelings for Nate were still strong, and I hoped his anger would fade away soon, and we'd be back to normal.As expected, blogs were posting about Olivia's live stream. She was the poor girl who had to pay the price for loving someone as if she didn’t try to kill me after her performance.I was in Zac’s library going through some books when I heard some voices. I dropped my book and stepped into the hallway,Zac stood by the living room window, broad shoulders tense, and next to him was a woman. Elegant. Mid-fifties, maybe. Her hair was pulled back into a low bun, her posture impeccable just like Zac’s. She noticed me first.“Oh! You must be Jane.” She lit up as if she’d been waiting to meet me all her life. “Come here, sweetheart.”I blinked. Sweetheart?B

The evening breeze brushed against my skin as I walked to Nate’s convertible. He leaned against the driver's seat, looking handsome as always.His face lit up as he saw me. God, I missed that look. “Hi,” I smiled awkwardly. Things were more tense between us. I just walked out of Zac's house, which he thought was my lover's house. He walked towards me slowly, eyes examining me. I felt guilty, guilty of imagining Zac doing so many things to me. Now I was with Nate, I couldn’t stop thinking about Zac.How he held my hand gently when he wiped my cut, how his muscles flexed when he cooked for me, how his nostrils flared slightly when he was angry, his wonderful chest. “What are you thinking of?” Nate asked, disrupting my line of thoughts. “Huh?” I blinked, startled. “You just spaced out,” he studied me with a frown. “Are you okay?”I nodded. He pulled me into his arms and hugged me tightly. I missed this so much, his sweet scent that was a mix of aftershave and musk.He placed a l