All Chapters of Claimed by the billionaire : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

ELIZABETH POV I was working when my father barged in, his eyes blazing with fury. His footsteps were heavy, fast, like he was about to trample me. My palms went sweaty instantly. For heaven’s sake—what does he want now? Can I not have a single moment of peace? When he reached me, he didn’t say a word at first. He just stood there, staring hard at me, like he was trying to pull the truth straight off my face. Then, without warning, he grabbed my wrist and yanked me forward. “Ow—let go!” I hissed, stumbling after him as he dragged me outside. When he finally released me, my wrist was red, throbbing where his fingers had dug in. “Is it true?” His voice was low but dripping with venom. “Christian is the father of that child?” He said it like it was the most disgusting thing he had ever heard. So I guess he already knew. “Yes, Father.” I folded my arms tight across my chest, forcing my chin up. I refused to shrink in front of him. “You mean the same child you threatened to take

Elizabeth’s POV My father’s voice is still clawing at my brain, every word a fresh cut, and it’s got me all kinds of messed up. I shouldn’t have bitten Christian’s head off, but he’s standing there, too damn calm, too damn good, and it’s driving me up the wall. I want to scream, or maybe crawl into his arms, and the fact that I’m even thinking that makes me want to punch something. “It’s late. We’re out of here,” I snap, my voice sharper than I mean. I glance at Hope, who’s playing with her braid, totally clueless about the storm brewing. “Hope, let’s go.” Christian turns, grabbing his keys off the counter, and the way his shoulders move under his shirt makes my stomach do a stupid flip. “I’m driving you home,” he says, low and steady, like it’s already decided. “Nah, we’re good. We’ll grab a cab.” I cross my arms, trying to keep him at a distance, but he’s already got those damn keys in his hand, his fingers curling around them like they belong there. “Not happening, Red

Elizabeth’s POV Hope had managed to spill flour all over me while we were baking cookies earlier, and I’d ended up looking like a ghost. A hot shower had fixed that, though not the way Christian’s breath kept brushing over me all day, every stolen second reminding me how badly I wanted to crash into him, kiss him until I forgot my name, until I forgot every reason I was supposed to stay away. Spending the day with him and Hope had been… perfect. Too perfect. Laughter, teasing, the kind of family moments I never thought I’d have. Except now, Hope was practically glued to him — a complete daddy’s girl. The two of them against me at every turn, whispering, laughing, ganging up on me until my heart ached with something I couldn’t even name. I shut off the shower and wrapped the towel around me, still warm from the steam. My hair clung damp to my shoulders, droplets sliding down my skin in lazy trails. One of the guest rooms had a bathroom, and Christian had insisted I use it. “Hop

Christian POV “Daddy?” Hope’s small voice came again, and Elizabeth’s body jerked like she’d been caught red-handed. “Shit, shit!” she mouthed, yanking my fingers from her pussy in a rush. She darted for the towel on the floor. As she spun around, I smacked her ass hard, loving the way her cheeks jiggled. She shot me a glare, rolling her eyes like I was the problem. “For God’s sake, Christian, Hope is outside the door. She probably heard us,” she hissed, wrapping the towel around her body, hiding the view I wasn’t done with. “Relax,” I shrugged, shoving my hands into my pockets. “The door’s soundproof. She can’t hear a damn thing.” She stormed past me, headed toward the door. “Where are you going? We’re not done here,” I called after her. She whirled on me, brows arched. “What do you mean not done here?” “You begged me to fuck you, remember?” I smirked, enjoying the way her blush betrayed her. “You’re ridiculous,” she said, avoiding my eyes as her face burned. “I w

Elizabeth POV “Did you see the money?” Christian’s voice purred through the line, too smug for his own good. “Of course I saw it,” I blurted, still reeling. “I didn’t think you’d actually send it.” “I told you, I keep my word. And for you? I’ll do more than that.” Warmth spread through me before I could stop it. He always said things that left me speechless, even when I swore I wouldn’t let him get to me. “You’re ridiculous,” I muttered. “You have the money to throw around, obviously.” “Speaking of throwing things around… your McLaren is sitting pretty in the garage, waiting for you to come claim it.” I could hear the grin in his voice. I bit my lip. “Is that really the only reason you want me over?” “Well…” he drawled, low and playful, “maybe we could pick up where we left off.” Heat climbed my neck so fast I wanted to smack myself. Standing in the middle of the street, blushing like a schoolgirl. “For fuck’s sake, Christian,” I hissed, checking over my shoulde