Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad
🔞 95% of the book has explicit contents, discretion advised.
I loved Liam Stonovich for three years. He was my first, my last, my everything.
When I heard he was going to propose, my heart soared. I went to his place, brimming with hope-only to have it all ripped apart.
Liam was in the shower. With his ex.
And the ring I thought was meant for me?
It was on her finger.
I wasn't his forever. I was his rebound.
Shattered, I headed to the most elite sex club in L.A., just to have fun and forget about my heartbreak.
That's where I met him-Shark, a.k.a. Michael Stone. A man whose presence alone screamed danger and sèx on legs.
I gave him a lap dance, thinking it would be nothing more than a one-night fling. But I became his obsession, and he, my wet dreams.
Then I learned the truth. Shark is Liam's father.
I thought it was all going to end there, but the enemies attacked, and secrets unfurled, revealing who I truly am.
Now caught in the web of the most dangerous men in the underworld, who's going to save me?
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Chapter 3
My vision has never been this blurry before. It's a wonder how I don't crash into anyone while driving.
Thirty minutes later, I reach our small townhouse on Western Avenue.
The house rent costs an arm and a leg, but since I'm sharing it with Maisie, it's fair.
She was the first to come up with the idea of us leaving our grandma to move to L.A. and live our lives as adults.
And here we are, living it.
While I'm introverted, Maisie's wild. At least, since we moved to L.A., she has been with thirty guys, including the sheriff who lives opposite us.
I guess her kind of work makes it easy for her. Maisie is a freelance stripper.
So while I'm at work during the day, she's at home entertaining her boyfriends, and then once it's seven at dusk, she leaves for work.
I puff a breath, gather whatever's within reach, and shove out of the car, slamming it shut.
A little stride across the asphalt leads me in front of the steps. I maneuver it nonchalantly and slide my key into the door.
The moment I step inside, the smell of musk hits me. And then I hear the moans.
"Ugh! What's with me and moans today?" I grumble.
Obviously, Maisie's too busy to realize I'm around.
Passing the foyer, I arrive in our small living room, where I see her bouncing on a man.
Her chest is bare, and her black denim skirt rides up her waist.
Her tits jiggle with every bounce she delivers over the man's cock.
Her eyes screwed shut in pleasure.
From the mop of red, mussed hair and uniform on the man, I realize it's the sheriff who lives opposite us.
He skipped work just to fuck Maisie? I'm totally blown away right now.
Their cries of pleasure pitch in volume, the sheriff lands his palms on her breasts and fondles, but I just couldn't take it anymore, so I interrupt.
"Ahem!"
I clear my voice so loud, it sounds like a broken record.
They both squeal and scramble off each other.
"Christ, Laura!" Maisie yelps, covering her tits and pulling her skirt down.
The sheriff quickly buckles up, flicking a sorry look at me in between, and then bolts away when he's done.
"Girl, are you a pussy-blocker or what? I was just getting my itch scratched."
"It appears so," I chirp, walk further into the room, and slump into the couch beside the one they were banging each other on. "Since all I've been doing this afternoon is walking in on people having sex."
My face falls at that, and so does my shoulder. The hurt returns, rubbing off on me. The tears start to leak from my eyes again.
"Hey, flower girl, what's up? Why do you look so glum?"
Flower girl, that's what she always called me back when we lived with grandma because every year, I always received a bouquet of bluebells from an anonymous person on my birthdays. It made me start a small garden in grandma's backyard in Maryland.
I look over at Maisie, willing myself to speak, but words fail me. Only the tears rush out.
She scoots close to me, sitting on the armrest and pulling me toward her. Her fingers rake my hair as she coos.
"It's okay, flower girl. No more tears, you've got me," her voice softens. "Tell me who the fucker is, and I'm going to kick his ass..." Maisie drifts off, as if realizing what's truly happening, she gasps.
"Liam, right?" I look up at her through bleary eyes, not speaking. But she reads it on my face immediately.
"He wasn't really going to propose to you, was he?" Her teeth grit. Tessa must have told her about the ring, too. "That piece of shit!" She shoots me a glare. Then. "You saw him screwing some bitch?"
I nod. "His ex. And then he...told me to be the third person in their bed."
A string of expletives escapes her lips. She punches the air and growls.
I've never seen her growl before.
"I knew that son of a bitch was only pretending to love you!"
"Yeah, you won," I gripe.
She sighs, turning to look at me, "I don't mean to gloat, but Liam truly isn't good for you, Laura."
"Would you know if someone will be good for me?" I shoot, blinking up at her.
She smiles, leans close, and wipes my tears with her thumbs. "Of course, there would be. I don't do relationships, I mean, romantic relationships, but when I see the one for you, that truly loves you, I'd know."
She smacks her lips. "But in the meantime..."
Maisie glances down at the things I heaped on my lap. A frown appears on her temple.
"What?" I ask.
She reaches a hand to my bag, pulling out the rumpled paper attached to the hand, and unfolds it.
The crease on her forehead irons out, and she begins to blink wildly.
"What's wrong?" I ask, getting curious.
And she turns the paper to me, not just paper. It's a flyer. Probably the one I saw attached to my sedan.
I read the wording.
"Sin House. The Ultimate Room X,"
I hadn't seen the image in the background before because it's blurry, but I see it now.
Some naked women tied to guillotines and suspension rigs.
I cut my gaze back at her, shrugging.
"Where did you get this?" She asks.
"I saw it attached to my car earlier. Didn't even know I came with it."
To my surprise, Maisie squeals, kicking the air.
"What's the fuss about?"
"I'm stripping there tonight! Sin House is the most elite sex Club in L.A. That's where the big fishes in the city do their thing, flower girl!"
"O-kay? That's good news, I guess?"
"Totally," She stares at the flyer again, then. "And since you're in bad shape, coming there with me tonight is a totally good idea..."
"Oh, no. No. Bad idea, Maisie..."
"No, flower girl. It's a freaking ass good idea! Don't you see? God probably wants you to unwind there and forget shits about some cheating cock, Flower girl." She stands, hands on her waist. "I'll be a bad cousin if I let you stay alone in this house, drowning in sorrow because of heartbreak."
"Maisie, clubs- sex clubs, are not my thing."
"One night of fun in sin won't hurt, come on." She says, meaning it.
Although I still want to protest, Liam's words about me not being fun in bed hit me square in the face.
Why don't I go out there and find out if he's really telling the truth or not?
A streak of doubt rears in, but with how determinedly Maisie's dragging me upstairs, I have no other option but to give in.
TBC.
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Overwhelmed by hatred and distress, the young Alpha Kaiden swears to make his brother pay the price of his betrayal...
When her lover defected the King without any warning, the vengeful new Alpha had already come to the poor human girl Ophelia , claiming that she should pay the debt.
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"You will beg me to fuck you if you want your lover to live," Alpha King Kaiden had lost all his humanity.
"How dare you do this? I'm your brother's mate!" Ophelia whimpered, holding her hands to her breasts.
"That brother who wanted my crown and my life? Fuck him and fuck you!" The furious Alpha didn't care about it anymore.
He wanted revenge!
He grasped her hands and pinned them over her head. Her beautiful body appeared as the silk cloth quickly slid down.
She's damn gorgeous when she was completely naked!
"Well, no wonder my brother wanted to fuck you," Kaiden taunted with a smirk, "but now it's I who will be the one to steal your virginity." Kaiden claimed as he tighten her waist, making her approaching to his d*ck.
"Pl----ease do------nt," her voice was drowned out while his wild kiss fell on her lips.
At this moment, Ophelia knew her life now became a disaster...
9.1
I caught my boyfriend cheating.
So I went to the one man he feared most-his father.
But heartbreak turned into hate.
And hate led me straight into Asher's arms. Now I'm caught in something twisted and wrong...
It was meant to hurt him.
Still he won't let me go without a fight.
Asher Thompson isn't just a father.
He's the man behind the mask. A mafian billionaire who hides his criminal empire beneath silk suits and polite smiles.
And now, he owns me.
I wanted revenge, to make Henry hurt.
But each time Asher took me apart with a look.
And every time I try to leave, he drags me deeper into his world of secrets and sin.
He touches me like he owns me. He looks at me like I was made to be his.
But I don't know what's worse, the pain Henry caused...
Or how much I still feel for him, even while I'm in his father's bed.
And when the truth comes out?
Someone's going to bleed.
And I'm not sure I want to survive it.
This started with heartbreak.
Now it's war.
And I'm the one holding the match.
7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
7.2
Allie Patterson poured fifteen years into her husband Grayson’s tech startup, living in a cramped San Jose apartment. Every penny, every late night coding session, was for their shared future, built on his constant claims the company struggled, always on the verge of its big break.
Then, a grant deed arrived: a stunning $4.2 million Atherton villa, paid in full, listing Grayson and an unknown Kacey Schmidt as joint tenants.
Her coffee mug shattered as Allie’s world imploded. Driving to the mansion, she found Kacey in silk pajamas, flaunting a massive pink diamond and, beneath it, Grayson’s grandmother’s heirloom ring – the one he’d tearfully claimed to have lost years ago.
Kacey purred, "He's in the shower. We were so tired last night."
The words were a serrated knife, twisting, confirming years of lies.
Humiliation and rage burned out, leaving a terrifying, absolute silence. All her sacrifice and trust were a cruel, elaborate joke, orchestrated by the man she loved.
Allie calmly took photos, then gave herself one minute in her beat-up car to mourn. When it passed, her tears stopped, replaced by cold, calculated murder in her eyes. She typed a text to Grayson:
"Come home early tonight. I have a surprise for you."
8.9
I gave my childhood sweetheart, Kade, ten years of my life and the code that built his empire. I thought we were a team. Then, on the night of our success, I overheard him call me his "unpaid intern" and "beta test."
He publicly discarded me for a strategic marriage, shattering my world. I fled, rebuilt my life from scratch, and found real love with a kind man named Heath.
But Kade came back, obsessed and unhinged. When I refused to take him back, he had his thugs beat Heath bloody in an alley.
He cornered me, begging for another chance, his eyes wild with a twisted love.
"It was always you, Addy! I made a mistake!"
I walked straight into his corporate office, my heart cold as stone. I looked the monster I once loved in the eye and delivered my final promise.
"You will stay away from me and the man I love," I said, my voice lethal. "Or I will expose every last one of your family's secrets and burn your entire empire to the ground."
8.4
Arlene was the illegitimate daughter of the wealthy Boone family, treated worse than a stray dog. To keep her meager scholarship, she had to swallow her pride and apologize to the frat boy who tormented her.
But he didn't just want an apology. He forced her to drink twenty shots of liquor laced with pure capsaicin extract.
"Drink us under the table, or take off your clothes and crawl out."
Arlene drank until her stomach tore, vomiting blood and collapsing on the filthy club floor.
When she dragged her half-dead body back to the Boone estate, her biological father and half-sister didn't care. Instead, her sister ground Arlene's SAT admission ticket into the dirt with her stiletto.
"Throw her out. Dad doesn't want to look at her before Hardie's engagement."
The guards threw her onto the gravel, leaving her bleeding and barefoot in the freezing night.
Arlene sat shivering at a dark bus stop, her dignity completely stripped away. She never wanted a dime from the Boones, so why did they insist on crushing her only way out? And why did Dr. Hardie Boone, the untouchable head of the family, look at her with such a twisted, terrifying obsession?
When Hardie's black Aston Martin pulled out of the shadows, he scooped her up, took her away, and locked her inside his penthouse.
"You carry the Boone name. Whether you live or die is my decision."
Trapped by the dangerous man who demanded total control over her life, Arlene finally realized that simply running away was no longer an option.