Claimed By My Billionaire Boss

A Lot Of Drama

Marcella's POV

“The shares of the Wellingtons are dropping, I think you should invest in them Antonio,” she carried on with their conversation like I wasn't there.

“Yeah… Babe, what do you think?” Antonio asked me.

“What does she know about business?” His aunt interrupted before I could respond.

“She actually knows a lot about business aunt. She is an executive at my company.”

“Ohh… I see,” she muttered. Her eyes ran through me once more.

“See you later Aunt.” Antonio muttered, a little dissatisfied with his aunt's attitude.

“Bye Coby.”

“Let's go see grandma,” Antonio took me with him. While his aunt's face contorted to something that seemed like disgust.

“Don't mind her Marcella, Aunt Luciana is always like that.”

“Hey Grannies,” Antonio said warmly, and the elderly women turned to us.

“Good morning grandma,” I greeted her.

“Morning dear. I hope you had a wonderful night?” She asked.

“I did grandma,” I smiled.

“Come sit here,” she nudged me beside her. “This is Antonio’s girlfriend, the one I was talking about,” she introduced me to her friends excitedly, completely ignoring her grandson.

“She is just as pretty as you said,” a woman in specs and visibly dyed black hair muttered.

“Thanks ma'am.”

“Antonio made the right choice,” the other woman also said.

“He finally did one thing right his whole life,” Mrs Martinez chuckled.

“I am still here grandma,” Antonio frowned.

“Go away Coby, I wanna have a talk with Marcella,” she chased him away.

“Alright. Take good care of yourself babe, I will be around the corner,” he said before leaving.

“He cares for her,” the dyed hair woman murmured.

Damn! This feels like a lot of drama already.

“What would you like to know about Coby dear?” Mrs Martinez asked.

“Why do you call him Coby? Everyone addresses him as Antonio.”

I wasn't interested in knowing things about him. Curiosity got the best of me.

“When Antonio was younger, the name of his favorite cartoon's character was ‘Coby’. He loved the name very much, so we started referring to him as Coby. It's just a nickname.”

I chuckled at her response. Antonio must have truly been a naughty boy.

“Hi Grandma,” a lady who was dressed in a gorgeous, red body con dress walked over to us.

Her aura was a little intimidative.

“Ohh… you,” Mrs Martinez muttered.

“Yes me grandma, I am back from Paris,” she giggled.

“That's good… I guess.” Mrs Martinez's tone wasn't very compelling.

“Where is Antonio? I haven't seen him around,” she asked.

“He should be somewhere around,” one of the grannies answered.

“Yeah… I will find him. I always know how to,” she smiled, turning back at us. Ideally on her way to search for Antonio.

“Where were we?” Mrs Martinez continued with the conversation.

>>>>>>>>

Eyes flowed our movements – curious eyes.

“Seems like Mr Martinez finally got himself a woman,” a random man murmured.

I held Antonio’s arm a little more tightly, as I felt like the people’s gazes would throw me off my feet.

“Breathe Marcella,” Antonio whispered.

I wasn't informed about what it feels like being in the spotlight. People watching my every movement.

It isn't a bad feeling, but it's completely overwhelming.

Antonio and I walked up to the podium. I plastered a smile to my face, you know… celebrity kind of smile.

Antonio cleared his throat, commanding the room's attention.

"Thanks to everyone for being here today, in honor of my dad's remembrance," he smiled. "He would've hated the fuss, but I'd say it was worth it. To Dad, wherever you are – this one's for you."

The crowd cheered and clapped.

“Hey Antonio, introduce the pretty lady to us,” a guy called amidst the crowd. I'd guess he is Antonio’s friend.

“So everyone, this is Marcella, and she is my girlfriend,” he said.

The cheers got louder.

“No!!!” The room fell silent.

It was none other than the lady from earlier. Her eyes burned with rage, and she marched out of the hall angrily.

“Don’t be bothered guys, the party is still on,” Antonio said and the guests continued their cheering.

It surprised me that Antonio could still carry on even when everything almost turned out to be a disaster. That's the peck of coming from a wealthy family, always turning chaos into charisma.

We walked back to our seats, the stares were more intense than earlier. I could feel the women's jealousy burn behind their gritted teeths. The men weren't too bothered, most seemed happy.

Exactly what I was afraid of, I would have to face all this hatred, and ungenuine smiles, just because I decided to play Antonio’s fake girlfriend.

“Are you okay?” Antonio asked, noticing my discomfort.

“No,” I responded.

I wasn't okay being devoured by envious women.

“Let's go somewhere,” Antonio pulled me with him, moving past the guests.

He took me to a balcony. I smiled, inhaling the scent of fresh air.

“You like it here?”

“Yeah.”

He walked to the end of the balcony, his hands rested on the glass and he looked down.

“It's funny how my world is right? Just a bunch of pretenseful, envious, manipulative haters, living in a world full of lies.”

I didn't quite get what he meant, but I knew it had to do with today's incident.

“Yeah… All that glitters truly ain't gold.”

“What's one thing you wish you could go back to the past and change?” He asked.

“My wedding,” I stated.

His gaze fell on me. “That jerk doesn't deserve you.”

“I know… I wish I figured that out sooner.”

“Everything is going to fall into place Marcella,” he moved closer to me. Very close.

We were only a few centimeters apart. My breath itched.

“Promise you won't go back to him,” he whispered, his lips close to my ears. I could have sworn I heard that inside my soul.

“I won't go back to him. I promise,” I said softly, finding it hard to control my voice.

I bit my lower lips out of desperation. The feeling of him being so close to being set my body ablaze; raw burning desire washing through me.

“Antonio!” The lady from the party's voice called. Antonio slightly moved away from me and he turned to her.

Fuck… She interrupted our moment.