All Chapters of Claimed By The Billionaire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Aria It’s loud. Too loud. It sounds too far away and near at the same time. I squint my eyes open and close them back immediately. Too bright! I try again—slowly this time—and adjust my eyes to the bright light. I take in my surroundings. The white ceiling is filled with bright fluorescent light right above me, and my bedside is filled with machines and monitors plugged into my body on my right. I look to my left and — Is that a person? Standing with his hands in the pockets of his three-piece suit, while facing the window, his broad back fills most of the window overlooking the hospital view. The rays of the sunshine on his hair make it a colour blend of salt and pepper. It looks messy, like it’s been run through several times. He certainly looks attractive from the back. Who’s that? I try to make out how familiar that build is from the back. It’s not. As if he read my thoughts, he turns around and meets my eyes. “You’re awake.” His face remains expressionless as he stalks t

Aria A soft knock wakes me from my sleep. Bolting up from the bed, I take a look around, trying to remember where I am. Oh! Trapped. “Who’s there?” I answer groggily. All thanks to someone, I didn’t get enough sleep. I know it’s not Damon. Grumpy isn't that courteous. “Come in.” A petite and pretty lady comes in with her head bowed. She looks very young. Maybe a few years younger than I am. She stalks towards the table in the room and drops a bag on it. “Good morning, miss. Master Damon asked me to drop this off for you,” she said in a soft voice. “Oh, thank you.” I smile warmly at her. Her head remains bowed. “Not a problem, miss,” she turns to leave. I stand up from the bed and take a proper look at the room I’ve been in since yesterday. It’s beautiful. It turns out that there’s a curtain covering a window. I wonder why I didn’t see that yesterday. But then, I never really looked around. I walk towards the curtains and open them wide. “Oh my God!” I gasp. It’s a flo

Damon “There’s my baby!” I hear my Mother's voice the moment I enter the mansion. She rushes towards me and wraps me in a tight hug. “Hey, mum,” I return her hug, planting a peck on her cheek. “As fine as a mum can be when her son doesn’t check up on her,” she gives me a disapproving look. “If someone hears you, they would never believe we spoke on the phone yesterday, Mum,” I utter dryly. She’s so dramatic. “I was the one who called you, remember? And that’s even because of the dinner,” she sighs dramatically, “I just wish I could see my son more.” I stifle a groan. There she goes again with the emotional blackmail. I know the next thing that'll come out of her mouth. As if on cue, she says, "Why don’t you move back in? It’s just me in this big mansion! I’m surrounded by vultures. Do you want me to die alone with nobody who loves me by my side?” “Mum, I told you that’s not possible. I can’t move back here,” I roll my eyes at her dramatic words, “and you are just 50, you are

DamonI bring Ava to my home after our agreement and we spend hours going through the process of making her as presentable as possible.“You need to make all of this as believable as possible, alright?” I emphasize as I make Aria go over thousands of different outfits.“Why is this so important anyway? I mean, why are you so hell-bent on getting married so soon? And why me?” Ava grumbles.She looks exhausted from having to try on a million different outfits.I have a few women come over to the house, bringing rack after rack of expensive outfits.I'm sure she has no idea how much they cost me.“You need to look the part,” I emphasize.I’m getting tired of dealing with her unending questions. But I know she's my best bet to get Father off my back.It will undoubtedly give me the much-needed time to focus solely on the company and keep the sales numbers at the top.I still can't understand why, all of a sudden, the paparazzi’s focus has shifted from my sales numbers and stock prices to m

DamonThe dining remained quiet for a while as the sound of cutlery clinking on porcelain filled the atmosphere.“So, Damon…” Father starts, his voice towering over the loud sound of the cutlery. I suck my breath in, releasing an audible sigh.He has only just arrived. It wouldn't be bad to give Damon a break. He's just like the rest of them.Birds of a feather.“Yes, father,” I answer, raising my head to look at him. “Your mother just told me you’ve found a lady you intend to wed,” He said. In an instant, all eyes were on me. Grace and her minions stare in shock with their faces laced in utter disbelief.“Yes, father. I have,” I answer flatly, bringing food to my mouth. I notice my plate is almost empty and reach out for more. “That’s right. Our son is about to get married,” Mother chips in with a triumphant smile.She was beaming, her pride visible in the way that she sat straight in her chair and adjusted her sequined dress.I shake my head softly.She always enjoyed being the