《Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends 》全部章節：第 191 章 - 第 200 章

“An attack?” Beck asked, his voice shocked but urgent. “What kind of attack? We are on our way.”“No!” Marcus shouted, his voice crackling through the speaker, raw and panicked. In the background, the sounds of rising sirens filled the room. “Do not come here. It’ll only escalate things. I have things under control.” Jared gripped the edge of the desk, his knuckles turning white as he leaned closer to the phone. “Then, tell us what is actually going on!” For a few seconds, all they heard was the heavy sound of running footsteps. Then the noise began to fade as Marcus moved away from the noise to a quieter area of the building. “Sorry, I had to move to a quieter area,” Marcus panted, his voice finally coming through clearer. “It is a madhouse, Sirs. The street outside is a complete riot because of the paparazzi that’s camped out there. And we have been bombarded since morning with people sending mails, packages of rotten flowers, and literal death threat letters. All of them dema

Hayden squeezed Myla’s hand, but remained silent.Myla smiled calmly. “See, the issue is that we believed our private life was private. Unfortunately, circumstances forced us here.”Clara shifted closer. “Then help us understand.”Myla nodded toward the screen. “Those two men on the screen are my husband’s best friends, and over the years, they became my best friends too.”Some members of the audience ohhhhed.They have been a tight, protective unit since their orphanage days.” Myla said. "That kind of bond is thicker than typical friendship. They have survived wars, trauma, and a lot together.”She gestured toward Hayden. “In fact, Jared and Beck were the very first investors in Hayden’s business years ago. Without their support, Hayden would not be the man he is today.”The audience reacted with shock.Clara looked genuinely surprised. “Really?”“Sometimes, people outside our circle do not understand the depth of our personal lives,” Myla said, her voice filled with emotion. “But we

“Do not even think about putting those on,” Myla whispered, her eyes burning with a fierce heat when Jared automatically reached for the box on the bedside table. All three men froze, looking down at her in surprise. “I am on birth control,” she continued. “And I have not missed a single day.”“That’s not the point,” Jared said, his voice sounding very strained. The thought of getting to release his seed deep within her was very tempting, but he had to hold on to the logical side of his brain. “We should still be careful.”Myla looked between them with soft determination. “I have waited months for this,” she whispered emotionally. “I’m finally getting my reward, and I want to feel all of you without any interference. I want you to fill me.”The room went silent; the effect the words had on the men was immediate.Beck actually closed his eyes like he was physically suffering at the thought. “You are going to drive us completely insane, love,” Hayden groaned softly under his breath a

"Tell Rosaline I want every fitting finalized before next week. You know the event is in two weeks," Myla said, leaning back in her chair as she rubbed at the stiffness in her neck. "And make sure the sponsors receive the revised event schedule before the end of the day.""Already on it," her assistant replied, jotting down something on her notepad on the screen. "Oh, ma’am, there are still a couple of people waiting for callbacks."Myla shook her head. "Tell them they'll survive until tomorrow or the next."Her assistant grinned. "Will do."Myla nodded, ended the call, then simply stared at the dark screen for a couple of moments in the silence. The past few days had been a whirlwind; the nomination and shift in public opinion had brought about a fresh surge of clients, brands wanting to sponsor her as their ambassador, and shows and magazines wanting to feature her. For the first time in weeks, she really felt like she was back in her bag again. She stood from behind her desk, an

Jared had been gone even when he was standing right in front of them, his presence drifting somewhere far away as if he was trapped in a gray shadow.He had been spending his time in the gym, jogging around the estate, or finding something to keep himself busy around the house. And because he had refused to go to work, leaving Beck to handle all issues concerning the office, he was like a trapped bee. What bothered them the most was that he had barely slept. When he did manage to doze off, the nightmares came, and he would wake drenched in sweat, his eyes distant and haunted.And every single time they asked him what he had seen, he gave the same answer.Nothing."I can’t believe he’s finally out," Beck asked, walking into the kitchen with his laptop balanced on one arm. His eyes were red, shadowed by dark circles that showed he had not slept more than a few hours since Troy’s last phone call.Myla nodded from her perch at the kitchen island, her hands wrapped around a mug of herbal