All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 241 - Chapter 249

"If you are watching this, Sergeant Lotto, or whoever is listening," Colonel Harrow’s recorded voice was steady, grave, and entirely authoritative. "I am deeply sorry for the catastrophic loss of your unit. But you need to hear the truth."Jared swallowed hard, his heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped beast."The deployment was never a legitimate military operation," she continued, her eyes cold and serious on the recording. "Your squad was told you were intercepting a rogue operative who was going to sell national secrets to foreign buyers, but that was a complete fabrication. You were sent in as an unwitting hit squad to eliminate whistleblower Graham Karzai, who had discovered massive, treasonous corruption at the highest levels of high command."Kessler’s breath hitched in his throat. "General Richard Voss, Director Davis, ex-president General Jonathan Vance, and some others were actively selling confiscated government weaponry and classified defense intelligence to gl

“God,” Beck muttered, leaning against the piled-up pillows behind him with a heavy sigh. “I never want to feel sand anywhere near my body ever again.”Myla giggled, leaning against him. “Are you saying no more tropical vacations for us?”“I had sand in my ears and even my buttcrack!” Beck whined, pulling Myla closer. “And in a few other unsavory places I can’t name in delicate company!” “What more unsavory place can you possibly not mention when you’ve already said buttcrack in front of her, B?” Jared chuckled from his perch on the hospital bed adjacent to theirs.Beck turned to him, his eyes wide with theatrical gravity. “You don’t want to know, trust me.”Myla burst into a sweet giggle, and Jared let out a low chuckle, shaking his head.Jared looked down at his bandaged hands, which were heavily wrapped in thick white gauze. Two of his fingers were immobilized in a splint after he had sprained them trying to break the chamber’s glass with his fists. “I still can’t believe you tw

“We now have confirmation that several additional arrests have been made in connection with what authorities are calling one of the most extensive military corruption scandals in recent history.”The low voice of the reporter droned in the quiet room."Meanwhile, federal authorities emphasize that Kessler Strauss remains at large. Considered armed and extremely dangerous, law enforcement urges anyone with information—" It had been three months since the whole ordeal, and life had moved on. The estate no longer felt like a fortress under siege but simply like a home being watched over. The security rotation was leaner now, staffed entirely by men Marcus had personally vetted twice over. Kessler’s men seemed to have vanished into thin air now that all the perpetrators were arrested and being tried by the Department of Defense. And due to Beck’s endless online digging, they had discovered an entire hidden world of non-traditional families. Myla had been amazed to see polyamorous co

"CANNONBALL!" Beck yelled, his ecstatic voice ringing out across the open water a second before he launched himself off the upper sun deck of their yacht. He executed a sleek, perfectly executed flip midair before slicing through the turquoise water below.“My!” He called out as soon as he poked his head out of the water, pushing his wet hair away from his face with a grin. “Did you see my trick? I did good, right?”Myla let out a bright, melodic giggle. “Yes, I did,” she replied, laughing. “You did good, baby.”Beck fist-pumped and started swimming laps around the vessel.She settled back against the chaise, adjusting the wide-brimmed hat sitting over her hair, enjoying the sun’s warmth on her skin. The level of joy she was feeling at the moment was almost unreal.She turned her head, looking toward the forward helm where Jared stood captaining the vessel. He was clad only in dark board shorts, his beautiful golden skin and intricate tattoos glistening under the bright tropical su

Myla stepped into the foyer, warmth and peace filling her as she inhaled the smell of her home. She pulled off her heels and walked down the hallway, rolling her shoulders to stretch out the lingering stiffness from her flight.Her two-week trip to Southeast Asia and East & Central Africa had been an incredible success.The launch of her latest free education initiative had dominated international news, cementing her reputation as a world-renowned businesswoman and philanthropist. She had spoken at summits and secured funding to build schools for thousands of underprivileged children. It was very fulfilling work. But right now, all she wanted was her family.Just as she opened her mouth to call out, a sharp, unexpected pain shot through her foot, making her stumble mid-stride in the hallway.Wincing, she looked down and spotted a plastic pellet on the floor that she immediately recognized as toy ammunition. Rolling her eyes, she followed the trail down the hallway to the playroom he