Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By The Alpha And His Father : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

“W-what?” I stammered with the phone pressed to my ear, my eyes wide, my hand shaking. The words were repeated, but I couldn't hear them because of a loud ringing in my head, like bells going off, which drowned them out. Natasha was back. Natasha James was back.I shouldn’t be this worried. I shouldn’t be shaking. I should be brushing the situation off with a laugh, saying I was the one married to him, not she. That she was his past, and it was his present, his future, but this was Natasha James, Richard’s first love, and if I dare say, his only love. Richard swore he had gotten over her, that if he hadn't, he wouldn’t have married me, but we both knew that was a lie. The only reason I was answering his name was that it was his duty to marry me. He married because of duty, while I married for love, and for the past three years, I've felt that. And coupled with the fact that I couldn’t give him a child…I ended the call and slowly moved to the nearest chair, dropping down onto it.

The drive to Richard’s place was filled with me questioning myself, asking myself over and over again whether I was doing the right thing, whether I should just stay still like he wanted me to. I didn’t understand why these questions were going off in my head like alarm bells, or why my stomach was twisting with nerves. Just a few hours ago, I was enthusiastic about seeing him, but right now, all I wanted to do was turn back and go home, be miserable. But no. It was our anniversary, and I had the right to see my husband. So I swallowed and soon, I was driving into the house. I stepped out of the car, holding the gift I've brought for him and working on my breath, inhaling and exhaling. Finally, I took the first step into the house, entering the code for the door. I only had this code because I forced it out of him one night when he was drunk.“I just hope he won’t be mad,” I whispered to myself as I stepped in, closing the door with a soft click. The house was clean, everything was

I quickly searched for my clothes with shaky hands, putting them on, but it was a short, sleeveless dress, so it wouldn’t cover these marks. Panic was beginning to kick in, my body shaking. I…I couldn’t go out like this. I was covered with marks; bite marks, hand marks. I was covered with it, my skin red and bruised. What kind of animal is he? How could he do this?I was a married woman. People couldn’t see me like this. I didn’t even want to see myself like this. I didn’t want to think about what I’d just done or what it meant for my marriage. While I was panicking, someone entered the room, and I froze, thinking it was the bastard, ready to throw my rage at him, but I paused when I saw an older man. He looked to be around sixty, wearing a well-ironed uniform, his gray hair slicked back. “Good morning, ma’am,” he greeted with a bow of his head, looking totally unbothered at the mess that was me. “The master has entrusted me to provide you with anything you may need.”“The master,”

I stared at the glass in my father’s hand. Usually, I wouldn't accept a drink from my father, but my head felt like it was about to burst, so I snatched it from him and downed it in one go. “What offer?” I asked as I sat, looking up at him. He took the seat opposite me, sipping his drink slowly and taking his sweet time to answer. Finally, “A partnership with their company.”That made me sit up straight, my eyes going wide. “A… a partnership…?” My father nodded. I stared at him with my eyes still wide before I stood up and went for a second drink. Well… now I know my father will sell me out if I refuse the marriage. And I wouldn't even blame him. Partnership with the Hayes? That was enough to secure wealth for five generations to come. That was enough to leave our mark in the business world. We will be remembered as the first company to partner with Hayes Energy Corporation. That would be an unshakable legacy. And I would be the wife of Alexander Hayes, the CEO no one knows an

The way he looked at me, the way his Adam’s apple kept bobbing every time he swallowed, it was making me think things I shouldn't.I remembered how he was that night, how he kissed like he had mastered the way of the tongue. The way he took his time, and the size of him. God, the size. “Do you want to know the way you felt that night, Isabella?”The way he asked made me know he didn't care what my answer was; he was going to say it regardless. “Why should I care?” I asked, hating how my voice came out as a whisper. It was everything about the moment. I had to remind myself he was a bastard. “You’re right,” he said. “Why should you care?”When he said nothing after that, I thought he was going to leave it at that, and for the life of me, I didn't know why I was disappointed. “You felt like you wanted to suck me dry,” he said finally, and I gasped. “The way you tightened around me, I feared you were going to snap my dick in half. You kept sucking me in like you didn’t want me to pu