All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 151 - Chapter 159

“It’s finally prom night. The most awaited unconventional event of the year, hosted by the famous Mrs. Myla Oakley,” one reporter said into the camera. “The woman many are calling the angel of troubled youth will be arriving shortly after many months away from the limelight.”“Tonight’s gala is expected to raise millions as usual for rehabilitation and educational programs…” Her male counterpart added, chuckling lightly, “…for 'vulnerable' children as we have been advised to call them.”A journalist nearby snorted softly. “Angel?” he muttered to another. “Is that what we’re calling an enabler now?”His companion raised an eyebrow. “Enabler?”“Giving resources to kids with criminal records, behavioral issues, and psychological problems. Some people believe the focus should be on children who haven’t already crossed the line.”The woman shrugged. “Or maybe she just believes everyone deserves a chance.”The man gave a skeptical smile. “Or maybe she relates to them more than she admits. W

Myla’s blood turned to ice, and for a moment, her body refused to move even though her mind was screaming for her to run or scream. To do something, but for a split second, true panic clawed up her throat. Her mind flashed with images of everything the men had warned her about. Everything they had prepared for.But preparation meant nothing in the face of reality.Myla’s heart hammered so violently she thought he might hear it."Think, Myla," her mind screamed at her. "Think."If she panicked now, he would know something was wrong.And if Edward suspected a trap… everything could go so wrong.Edward took a small step closer, watching her reaction carefully. “Rosie?” he asked.She had no earpiece or weapon. And the man standing in front of her had been obsessed with a ghost for years.She forced down her terror, allowing her breathing to slow. Then she did the only thing she could think of.She let out a sharp, gasping sob that sounded like pure, unfiltered joy. "Eddie-bear?" she whisp

"B, talk to me," Hayden hissed, his hand gripping the edge of a table so hard the wood creaked as he struggled to keep his tone low. "Tell me you have them.""Hay," Jared said, his focus on the road. "I need you to get off the comms and focus on the event.""Wha..." Hayden sputtered."Now is not the time to argue," Jared cut in. "You need to take control of the situation in the hall. My would be devastated if the purpose of her event were overshadowed by this."Hayden stayed silent. He knew Jared was right, but..."Leave this to us, baby," Jared said softly, overtaking a truck. "We'll get her back. I promise on my life."Hayden didn't say anything, but Jared heard the faint beep as his comms disconnected. "I have the plates!" Beck yelled, his voice a frantic staccato in his ears, his fingers flying across the keys as he bypassed the city's traffic encryption. "J, the black sedan, just turned north on 4th Street. They’re driving like they’ve got a police escort, blowing through every

"Please... just put the gun down," Jared pleaded, his voice jagged and desperate. “We can talk about this. We can work something out."He was so close, yet so far from Myla. His hands were trembling so violently that he could barely keep his balance. She was on the ground a few feet away, frozen, her breath coming in shallow, uneven gasps. Jared was a man who had survived the horrors of war. He had been a prisoner of war, enduring days of starvation and torture in a damp, dark cell. He had faced death a hundred times and never blinked. But at that moment, looking at the masked figure aiming a weapon at Myla’s head, Jared was more terrified than he had ever been in his life.The man in the bucket hat did not move. The face mask hid his expression, but his eyes were visible: cold, sharp, and filled with a terrifyingly focused hatred. What kept Jared still was how steady Kessler’s finger was on the trigger. The man was obviously highly trained.Edward’s confusion turned to a sudden, shar

"No!" Jared cried out, his voice raw and broken. It was a sound of total, unadulterated agony: the sound of a man watching his entire universe get extinguished in a single second.The gunshot echoed like a thunderclap against the brick walls of the warehouses, a sharp and final punctuation mark to the nightmare that had haunted them for years. For a heartbeat, time stopped.Myla felt a sudden, heavy weight slam into her, knocking the wind out of her lungs as she was thrown hard onto the cold asphalt. She flinched when she felt a splash of something hot and wet across her neck. Her ears were ringing so loudly that the world went silent, leaving only the sight of the dark, starless sky above her."Myla! Say something! Please, god, say something!" Jared screamed, his voice cracking with a terror so deep it was unrecognizable as he crawled toward her on his knees, his good hand clawing at the rough ground, his eyes wide and wild with the fear of what he would find.There was blood. Dark