Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad
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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 7
Two weeks later.
Preparing for work so late has never happened to me until today.
I didn't know when my alarm went off because of the dream I got lost in.
It's been over two weeks, yet the memories of what occurred at that sex club still torment me. Even in my dreams.
Especially Shark. The huge, hot man who's old enough to be my father.
After I ran away from the club, I came straight home with a wet, quivering pussy.
I couldn't stop the throb, despite reading my favorite romance book again. I had to drop the book and focus on continuing to research my promotional project, Phoenix, but that seemed to be a bad decision.
I couldn't concentrate.
At some point, I gave up and did the craziest thing ever.
I masturbated with my toothbrush.
My cheeks always redden whenever I remember that.
I've never gone to such lengths before. Gosh, I've never really masturbated.
But that's not the problem. It's the fact that I pictured Shark in my mind while doing it.
I guess I'm starting to obsess over the older man because he's the first person I've stalked on social media in my entire life.
Unfortunately, all his accounts on Snapchat, TikTok, and Instagram are private.
I grab my brush as I stand before the mirror in our shared bathroom, putting a paste on it.
Maisie's voice is echoing downstairs. She's probably on call or singing.
I quickly brush my teeth and bathe.
It's already 7:45 a.m.
Patricia is definitely going to roast me alive for coming late today.
I grab a black and white printed shirt and dark jeans, putting them on swiftly with a pair of black, flat shoes.
Ugh! My feet have practically outgrown the shoes, but I don't have much choice.
It's literally one of the finest clothes I've ever had. I don't have a big wardrobe, so I reshuffle most of my clothes and shoes every week.
I'm not even shy about that, nor do I envy others, like Maisie, who has many clothes, thanks to her mother.
I head downstairs after pulling my hair into a bun.
Yup, I was right.
Maisie's on a call.
She's seated on our small dining table beneath the staircase.
"Grandma! You don't have to worry about us. Laura and I are big girls, you know?"
Her voice echoes, following me into our small kitchen.
I whip myself an instant coffee. That's one of the things Grandma Shirley taught us back in Ohio.
She once owned a small coffee shop, and her coffee-making skills did attract customers to her back then.
Shirley's Café was the talk of the town back then.
My fingers burn as I wrap them over the mug while strutting out of the kitchen to join Maisie at the dining table.
"Of course, grandma, I've snagged myself some cocks, except Laura."
I glare wide-eyed at Maisie. Does she ever hide her lifestyle from grandma?
I roll my eyes at her and sip.
She managed to talk grandma into believing that Liam's not good for me. It's one of the reasons Grandma Shirley never likes Liam.
And when Liam and I went to Ohio just so I could introduce him to grandma, she saw him barking at me for trying to take a picture with his phone.
He said his storage Is going to get filled up with irrelevant things if I keep taking unnecessary pictures.
I didn't see it as anything then because Liam barely takes pictures of himself to begin with.
Except for the old pictures of Bianca and him back at college.
Grandma Shirley called me to her room, telling me to quit my relationship with him because it doesn't make sense that my boyfriend wouldn't want me to take pictures with his phone just because he doesn't want his phone storage to blow up.
Back then, I'd rolled my eyes at her, telling her to relax, that it's not a big deal.
But grandma Shirley never relented. Every time she calls, she never ceases to remind me to break up with him.
I'm sure she was overjoyed when she heard about the breakup.
"Hmm, that's a nice plan, grams." Maisie grins coyly at me.
I sit up, wondering what grandma Shirley said to her.
They speak a few more words and end the call.
Maisie's eyebrows twitch, and that alone tells me they're up to no good.
Those two really know how to plot against me.
I drop my mug, eyes on Maisie.
"What are you up to now?" I ask, keeping my tone stern.
"Nothing," She shrugs and grins.
"Nothing? Then why are your brows twitching?"
We both do that when we're lying to each other.
"Are they?" She rolls her eyes skyward as if to see the brows that are twitching.
Maisie is tall, about 5'9, and I really envy her height and stature.
She literally takes after her mother.
"Don't pretend like you're not plotting to damn me to hell with grandma, Maisie. Just leak the secret,"
"And have grandma Shirley roast me alive? No way, flower girl,"
She draws her seat back and stands, the legs scraping over the wooden floor.
"I'm not telling you shit until you tell me what happened between you and Shark." She tucks a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear, crossing over to the couch.
"I told you nothing happened!" I lie.
I gravitate to the kitchen after drinking and rinse the mug, putting it on the rack.
"Seriously, flower girl! You got one chance to shag a billionaire, and you rejected it? Do you know how many girls would kill themselves for a night with him?"
"What do you know about him?" I ask.
Maisie shrugs. "Not much, but rumors have it he owns the biggest estate in L.A and runs a big empire."
That makes me curious. But I don't want Maisie to see how talks about him piques my interest.
Face deadpan, I shrug.
"Apparently, I'm not in his league."
"Yeah, but you had one chance to taste his cock,"
Oh, I did taste him. The experience was just super awesome. I don't just feel like sharing it. That's why I've kept it to myself.
To Maisie, I shrug again, feigning nonchalance.
"No talk about cocks this morning. I've got work to do." I reach her side on the couch and kiss her cheeks.
I grab my bag, which I left on the other couch, and sling it over my arm.
"Bye, flower girl." She calls. "Oh, before I forget, I'll be having dinner with my mom and her husband tonight."
"Roger that!"
Maisie's mom has been married six times now. Clint Greene, a therapist, is her seventh husband, and they've been together for three months.
And she makes sure to get alimony from all her ex-husbands. That's how the woman sustains her luxury lifestyle.
I guess Maisie's a bit like her in the department of moving from one man to another.
I start my car, the engine rattles a bit before picking up, and I hit the road.
I dash through the doors of our department, panting like a deer caught in the headlights.
I draw to a sharp halt when I see Patricia, Cersei, Mars, and every other person in the project department, and the director standing in formation.
All the pairs of eyes fall on me.
I purse my lips, unsure of what to say. Embarrassed.
It seems I'm the only one late today.
Great. Thanks to the mysterious man, Shark, who haunts my dreams, giving me the best imaginary orgasm I've ever had.
"Uh, good morning?" I finally mutter.
Our director, Jace Woods, stares at me and commands, "Join the line, Laura. We're expecting an important investor a few minutes from now, for our new project, Phoenix, and Ms. Patricia will take charge of the process."
"What?" I gasp in shock. All eyes pin on me.
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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:
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8.9
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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
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Arlene drank until her stomach tore, vomiting blood and collapsing on the filthy club floor.
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The guards threw her onto the gravel, leaving her bleeding and barefoot in the freezing night.
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