All Chapters of Claim by the Don: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Zoey p.o.vIt's been two days now, two long days since the supposed death of Marco. Today also happen to be the funeral, they're fucking holding a funeral for Marco. This is becoming too real to reject, why am I the only one still in doubt?I had to be here, even though I didn't want to. I haven't accepted the fact that Marco is gone – The funeral is being held at the back of the mansion.For some reason, he wasn't buried in a cemetery, rather their family has a big tombstone territory. It was like an ancestral burial ground, all their past members were buried there and Marco will not be exempted.It wasn't weird to be until I felt some certain way, I couldn't place a finger on how I was feeling. In the mixture, I felt a bit of reassurance- of what?I sat down, just watching the whole process. The invites were close relatives of the Alfonso family and important associates, they came to me one after the other giving out their condolences, but I couldn't bring myself to cry again.“Zoe

Zoey p.o.vFive months later.....I held on to Alice as she assisted me down the stairs, I am round and full now that I'm in my third trimester. I feel heavier and bigger for obvious reasons, my feet are the worst of them all as they are fuller.“Ouch.” I hissed, baby kicked my abdomen again. The pain wasn't unbearable, but was still pain.“The baby kick again?” Alice asked, small smile playing on her lips.“Hmm.” I hummed, rubbing my left palm over the place, soothing it.“It's a healthy child.” Alice commented. “Be a good child and don't stress mummy too much, okay?” She spoke softly, bending close to my stomach.It moved again, but this time it didn't kick, more like a wave of hand to say okay. I giggled at the movement, it's one of the moments that keeps me going.This kind of moments did greatly remind me of Marco, and how his lack of presence has impacted our lives deeply. When I was with Adriano, he would speak to him, telling him how eager he was for him. Sometimes he would ge

Zoey's p.o.vI was frozen in the spot. For a moment, my breath caught in my throat, and my brain refused to function. I felt the rest of the world fading away, and the room closing in on me. My eyes picking him out and blocking everyone else. I blinked, once, twice, and for the third time, thinking I was hallucinating. The man sitting behind the desk in front of Matthew was none other than my husband – my supposedly dead husband. Marco.For the love of God, my freaking husband, whom we all thought was dead is sitting here, before my eyes.Confusion and disbelief warred within me as I tried to make sense of the impossible sight before me. Marco had died in the fire accident seven months ago, or so I had been told. “Donna.” Matthew freaked out, rushing to hold me as my legs buckled. I lift my hand, stopping him, supporting myself by leaning against the closest wall.“Marco?” I whispered, my voice barely audible. I was afraid that speaking too loud would shatter the fragile illusion

Marco p.o.v “There are snakes among my men.” I told her. “Aren't they always spies.” Her face frown confused. Her confused stare fixed on me, there have always been snakes implanted among my men. Having too many enemies, there's will these kinds of situations. “Roman Vladimir's snakes.” Her expression changes from the confused state to one of understanding. Roman Vladimir. He's the younger brother to Nikolai, Vladimir. My dad's swore enemy. He's the Russian leader, the Vladimir's has our enemies for decades. He's a sly Fox or so I've heard, if he were that capable, he wouldn't have been played on his on game. Would he? I had experience first hand what the Vladimir's did to my parents, the urge to get revenge has always been there. And now that he has presented himself on a platter of gold, I won't let this opportunity slides. Roman Vladimir isn't my biggest concern right, just an insignificant fly I need to get out of the way for the master mind to come out. “How did you find

Third person p.o.v_The Hidden Lair_Roman Vladimir, the ruthless Russian mafia boss, stood in the dimly lit room, his eyes fixed on the phone as he reported to the hidden boss. His voice was laced with a mix of respect and venom.“Sir, it's done. Zoey is in my custody. The mission was a success. And Marco… is no more.” Roman's tone was laced with satisfaction, convinced he had finally avenged the past humiliation of his family. He could almost taste the sweet revenge, and his mind raced with the possibilities of exploiting Marco's empire.The hidden boss's voice was like a snake slithering through the grass, smooth and menacing. “Excellent work, Roman. You've proven yourself useful once again. I must admit, I'm impressed. You've exceeded my expectations.”Roman's thoughts seethed with anger and determination. _I finally settled the score. Marco's dead, and now I'll crush the rest of his empire. No one will dare challenge me again._ He could already envision the fear and respect he wo