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Chapter 32: The Room of Judgement
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2026-06-14 18:50:45
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Claimed By My Ex’s Father Chapter 35: The Cleansing of the Board
Sloane's POVThe destruction of Finn Hartley was a clinical, absolute spectacle. He sat frozen in his metal chair, his eyes completely vacant, staring down at the twenty-six-year-old paternity document as if his brain had entirely lost the capacity to process language. The desperate, loud arrogance that had defined his character for twenty-six years was gone, completely forgotten in a single second by the man he had called his father.His maternal uncles collapsed back into their chairs, their faces turning pale and sickly as they realized their entire legal challenge had just been turned into a corporate execution. They weren't fighting for the inheritance of an elite heir anymore; they were sitting in a boardroom with the supreme patriarch who now held the legal right to liquidate their remaining shares for pennies on the dollar."Officers," Knox commanded, not even looking down as he adjusted the silver cufflinks on his white sleeves. "Remove the convicts from my sight. The co
Claimed By My Ex’s Father Chapter 34: Knox’s Nuclear Drop
Finn’s POVThe boardroom felt like it was spinning, until I could barely draw a single breath of air into my lungs. My chest was pounding, I panicked as I looked at the projection screen, the image of Cassie’s betrayal burned. My entire universe, every single lie I had told myself to survive the cold iron bars of my cell, had been vaporized in a second by the woman I used to treat like an optional accessory."Father..." I gasped out, turning my face toward the head of the table, my voice breaking entirely as tears of humiliation rolled down my cheeks. I violently rattled my handcuffs, trying to reach out toward the patriarch who had built the ground I walked on. "Father, please... you have to listen to me! I didn't know! I swear to God I didn't know she was sleeping with Sterling! I was stupid, I was manipulated... but I’m still your son! I’m still Hartley! You can't let Sloane do this to our family! We are the same blood!"My maternal uncles stood up behind me, their faces twisted
Claimed By My Ex’s Father Chapter 33: The First Face-Slap
Sloane's POVThe silence in the boardroom was instant and heavy. Cassie’s lawyers narrowed their eyes, their pens hovering over their legal pads as they tried to understand the data streams suddenly filling the projection wall behind me. Cassie’s expression stiffened, her fingers tightened around the edge of her dress as the corporate ledger lines shifted into a timeline."What is the meaning of this, Mrs. Hartley?" Cassie’s lead attorney asked, trying to maintain his posture. "The laboratory result is clear. The conception window falls precisely within the period of her cohabitation with the former senior vice president.""The laboratory index tracks the hormone levels, counselor," I murmured, my scarlet lips curving into a cold, beautiful smile as I tapped a secondary command on my master console. "But my terminal tracks the logistics. Let’s look at the actual metrics of that cohabitation window."The projection wall moved, displaying a high-definition video capture from the prim
Claimed By My Ex’s Father Chapter 32: The Room of Judgement
Finn’s POVThe heavy steel chains around my ankles rattled with metallic clang against the marble floor of the lobby. The armed federal officers on either side of me kept their hands firmly on their sidearms, their faces rigid and unyielding as they escorted me toward the private executive elevator.I saw my reflection in the mirrored panels of the elevator, and I felt humiliated. The neon-orange jumpsuit was gone, replaced by a wrinkled grey suit the prison administration kept for court appearances, but nothing could mask the absolute ruin of my appearance. My face was pale and hollow, my hair unkempt, and my hazel eyes bloodshot from two weeks of sleeping on a hard surface.Yet, deep within my chest, a desperate, delusional spark of my former arrogance was trying to find its way back to the surface.Cassie is pregnant. The thought had been my only salvation during the dark, freezing nights in my cell. A baby. A true, legitimate grandchild to the Hartley estate. My father was a man o
Claimed By My Ex’s Father Chapter 31: The Siren's Last Play
Sloane's POVThe ink on our marriage certificate had barely dried before the parasites tried to claw their way back. I sat behind the master console in the executive penthouse suite, the quiet hum of the air filtration system the only sound breaking the early morning stillness. Outside, the skyline was filled with a thin layer of silver mist, the traffic moving like cells through the financial district.I was adjusting the automated ledger tracking for our European shipping divisions when a high-priority legal alert flashed across my primary terminal. It was an emergency motion filed with the federal high court, carrying the digital stamp of a high-profile boutique law firm known for representing high-society mistresses and corporate extortionists.I didn't need to read past the first paragraph to know exactly whose hand was pulling the strings.“Emergency Motion for Bail Modification and Asset Access: On behalf of Ms. Cassie Vance.”I leaned back in my leather chair, my fingers wrapp
Claimed By My Ex’s Father Chapter 30: Coronation of Liquid Midnight
Sloane's POVThe high-altitude sun set over the glittering city below, casting the financial district in a warm, amber glow that slowly faded into a sea of neon-lit absolute power. It was Friday evening, and the formal restructuring of the Hartley empire was officially complete. Every board seat, every asset portfolio, and every old-money family had officially aligned themselves with my metrics, cementing my status as the supreme sovereign of the dynasty.I stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass walls of the penthouse suite, a crystal glass of premium vintage champagne resting in my hand. I wore a form-fitting, minimalist black silk designer gown that cascaded down my frame, the legendary Hartley emeralds glowing with a brilliant, dangerous intensity around my neck.A soft, familiar warmth flooded the space as Knox approached from behind, his footsteps slow, deliberate, and carrying the heavy weight of total authority. He slide his large, strong hands smoothly around my waist, pulling
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