All Chapters of Claimed by the billionaire at the altar: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

The staff at Zac’s office were polite. They wanted to hear me talk more about my career. It was interesting and refreshing, considering the fact that I hadn’t really been in contact with people for a while.I was scared that they’d attack me but they were respectful and compassionate. “Everyone loves you,” Zac did to me when we were in his office.I smiled proudly. “Honestly, I was a little nervous. You have an amazing team,” “You were amazing out there Jane,” “Thank you for the opportunity,” I smiledI wouldn’t stop smiling, my face hurt from it but I was proud. Zac was someone I looked up to when it came to business and careers, getting such validation from him meant a lot to me especially because he almost never gave people compliments: “You don’t have to come to work everyday,” he said as he began packing up his briefcase. “You can come in on days you choose.” I frowned. “Why?” “I just want you to have free will. It’s your choice.”He clearly didn’t know me. I was dedic

Work at Gonzales Inc was amazing. I couldn’t have asked for a better place to work. It took my mind off things, I didn’t have to look at my phone and the comments left on the gossip blogs didn’t affect me. There are quite a few reporters waiting at the gate everyday, asking Zac and I for an interview but we ignored them.Nate on the other hand was still angry at me. I tried reaching out to him a few times but he asked for space. When I told him about Mr Burke and his attempt to hurt Zac and I, he said it was all lies made up by Zac so he could keep me by his side longer. Papa was recovering well. The doctors said he’ll be discharged in a few weeks and he’d be fit to run his business. I was nervous about the outcome. My parents had loyal customers but would they be willing to patronize the family of a husband snatcher as they labeled me? “I have good news,” Zac announced. I looked up at him. We were in his office now. He was working on creating my own office, beside his own. For

I wouldn’t stop thinking about Zac and all the women he had been with. I was angry on their behalf. It was wrong to sleep with someone and ghost them. He didn’t even have the decency to send them a text. Why did they have access to his office? Why didn’t he keep his love life away from his work place?I retyped and deleted the email I was supposed to send to the creative director. I had new ideas that I wanted to share with him but I was too upset to think straight. I avoided Zac like a plague. When he tried to speak to me, I’d reply in a monotone voice. When he made me coffee, I’d reject it. I didn’t stay with him in the office as much. I was on the third floor with Clara. She was super sweet and I found out that we had common interests. I began retyping the email again when he walked into the office. He had a cup of coffee in his hand. I almost rolled my eyes. If I rejected the coffee he made me in the morning, why did he think I was going to accept the one he bought from a ca

Rosa and I held hands as we walked into the salon, Zac following behind us grumpily. She just got back from her trip and she brought back a lot of things for me. Zac decided to resume the tradition of taking his mother to her appointments. I could tell it was difficult for him but I assured him it was going to be alright. The salon smelled like lavender and vanilla, the kind of scent that instantly made your shoulders relax. Soft music played in the background, something jazzy and slow. The attendants recognized Rosa immediately.“Mrs Gonzalez! We’ve missed you,” one of them chirped.Rosa beamed. “I’ve missed you girls too. This is my Jane,” she said proudly, squeezing my hand as if she was introducing her own daughter.Zac cleared his throat behind us. “I’ll be right here,” he muttered, already pulling out his phone like he was preparing for battle.Rosa laughed. “You always act like this place will swallow you whole.”“It almost did once,” he replied dryly. “Four hours, mom. Four

The day of the gala arrived. It was a gala hosted by some of the most influential businessmen and tech investors in the country, and Zac had hired a stylist to make sure there was no room for error.I stood in front of the full-length mirror while two women hovered around me, fixing, adjusting, perfecting. My dress was nothing like what I would have chosen for myself and maybe that was the point. I’d usually go for something simple because I liked to play it safe or I’d wear any dress Nate picked out. But tonight, I felt sexy, I felt like a grown woman who could do whatever she liked.It was a floor length satin gown in a deep emerald green, hugging my waist before flowing effortlessly to the floor. The back dipped just low enough to be daring without being scandalous, and the slit on the side revealed my leg when I walked, subtle but intentional. My hair was styled in waves that cascaded down my back, I never wore my hair like that, it was always in a bun. My makeup was elegant gl