All Chapters of Claim by the Don: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Melanie’s POVAfter my shower, I put on the lush robe in the bathroom and walked into the walk-in closet wondering what I was going to put on then I stopped in my tracks.Before me was an array of new clothing, organized so very neatly from casual to classy outfits.I had never seen so many clothes in one place. I ventured to touch one of the sweats, the quality was also out of this world, event though it was casual clothing, I could tell that it must have been bought at a high-end store, nothing like Forever 21.I picked out a white shirt and yoga pants, putting them on, they fit so well and I almost felt bad for how good it felt wearing the clothes.I didn't have any of my clothes here so this was a lovely alternative. I thought about drying my hair but decided to let it air dry so I put it in a messy bun.Making my way downstairs, I hoped and prayed that Adriano wasn’t at home, I still didn’t know how he was going to react to my escape attempt and I was in a hurry to find out.“Oh,

Melanie’s POV I stared at Adriano's retreating form while trying to make sense of what had just happened. Was this really happening? I let out a breath I didn’t know I had been holding. At least he wasn’t going to hurt me for trying to escape but I knew he wasn’t joking when he said that next time, he wouldn’t be as forgiving. That means, when I finally get the chance to escape, I can’t fail or only God knew what he was going to do with me. I put my dessert plate to the sink and even though Alice told me not to, I washed and dried the dishes, needing something to make me feel useful. Walking back to my room, I couldn’t help but smile at the thought that I had a birthday cake. Ever since I came to New York for nursing school, I hadn't celebrated my birthday at home and I didn't have any friends who I was close enough to for them to get me a

Melanie’s POV “Whoa there! You look like you’re about to commit murder,” Hayley commented when she saw me approaching the nurses’ station. “Sorry, it’s just Lydia,” I said and Hayley frowned at the mention of her name. “She’s really such a pain in the ass, huh?” “You have no idea,” I murmured. “Ignore her, she just derives pleasure in being a bitch,” Hayley said. I wished I could, but fate was so freaking cruel sometimes. “I just need to concentrate on work,” I said. “Speaking of work, I don’t think my patient is going to make it,” Hayley said. I knew the patient she was referring to but I still said, “The trauma patient who’s in a coma?” She nodded. She was a woman in her early thirties who was brought in as a result of a car accident. What’s worse was that the driver, who had a heart attack while b

Melanie’s POV I just shot myself in the foot but I didn't care. It was obvious Nurse Betty just wanted to spew her venom at me and I was no longer having any of it. Without saying another word, I turned and left her stunned in the break room. The moment I opened the door, I saw other staff scampering away and trying so hard to look like they weren’t paying attention tto what had just gone down. “What did she want?” Hayley asked when I got back. “You should know by now,” I answered. She frowned. “That bitch, Lydia has spread her lies to our CNO,” she said. I nodded in response not having enough strength to banter with her. "I've heard stories of how Nurse Betty was unfair but I never paid much mind to it because I didn't work closely with her, now I believe it wholeheartedly." “It’s no big deal,” I said and her eyes bulged ou

Melanie’s POV I should have known that Alice wasn’t the type to hover. When she knocked on my door a few minutes prior, I told her I wanted to be left alone so the fact that she was knocking louder on my bedroom door after only a few minutes frustrated me. But imagine my shock when I found Adriano standing on the other side of my bedroom door. Well, technically all the rooms in the house belonged to him but who cares, he couldn’t live in all of them. He raised an amused brow at me. “Are you going to answer my question or keep staring at me?” he asked. I recovered from my shock and glared at him. “What do you want?” I asked. “I want to know what the hell happened to make you want to starve yourself in my house,” he answered. I scoffed. How dare he? “I’m afraid you don’t have any right to tell me when I can eat,” I said.