All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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CHAPTER TWENTY: FAULT LINES

A loud shrill wail of ripped through the quiet of the night.Myla shot upright, still half asleep, heart hammering against her ribs. For a moment she frantically looking around with groggy eyes thinking it was her nightmare dragging her back under…the shadow pressing down, the creepy hot breath against her cheek….but then the repetitive high pitch noise pierced through her sleep addled brain.What the hell was that?Beside her, Hayden opened hi eyes and rolled over, already reaching for the control panel at his bedside. His face was calm, almost too calm, as if the noise wasn’t sending shards of panic through the house.“Is there a fire?” Myla asked him, getting ready to run.“No,” he replied in in a low steady voice. “It is the house alarm. I think someone tried to break in.”“What?!” she screeched, feeling panic crawl up her throat. “We need to—”The bedroom door slammed open interrupted her and Beck hurried in holding a gun, bare chested and tense. Jared right behind him, already

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE: FRACTURES

For the past few days, a certain dark heaviness had hung in the house that Beck couldn’t shake. Myla moved through the halls like a shadow, quieter than usual, her smiles softer, weaker, like they took effort. And Hayden—fuck, Hayden hadn’t been himself at all since the alarm had gone off that night. Sure, he was present, but it was the presence of a phantom. He was there but with no substance…. withdrawn in a way that scraped Beck raw.Beck hated silence, hated unresolved tension even more…. not that he even understood what the dark tension was all about. So when he walked into the kitchen that morning and found Myla measuring coffee into the machine, he slipped playfully behind her, hugged her and leaned his head n her shoulder. “Sweetheart,” he drawled against her ear. “If you keep frowning at coffee beans like that, you’ll scare the bitterness and caffeine out of them.”She turned and gave him a quick, almost polite half-smile then went back to her task.Beck frowned, then pres

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: RISING TENSIONS

Myla was running, her bare feet slapping against endless ground. She was trying to reach Hayden who was far ahead of her, his chair sinking into the earth as though it had turned to quicksand. He wasn’t panicking or calling out for help, he just silently stared at her, his hazel eyes locked on hers as the ground devoured him.“Hayden!” She screamed in panic. She pushed harder, arms pumping, calves burning trying to reach him but no matter how hard she tried, the space between them never reduced. Every step slid her back, like she was running on a thread mill.He sank another inch into the sand. His mouth moved silently calling out her name.“No!” she cried, her throat raw. “I’m coming, Hay! Hold on!”She pushed harder, legs burning, but every step seemed to drag her back, every breath thinner, her scream breaking against the vast silence. “Myla.” His lips formed her name as the earth swallowed him whole.“No!”She woke up mid scream, her nightgown damp against her skin, heart slammin

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE: NIGHT TERROR

Hayden pushed open the back doors. He could hear Myla's voice call for him, but he couldn't stop or go back there. He knew he had messed up, but right now he just couldn't regulate his emotions enough to be apologetic.The doctor's words echoed in his ears again: "I think you should try to get used to the way life is now...."He felt his chest burn as he pushed back the sadness trying to crawl its way up his throat. They were telling him to prepare to get used to being useless.His wife and best friends kept repeating how much they love him, no matter his physical conditions, but how long can that feeling last? How long can they endure a man with noodles for legs and a cock that doesn't work?Soon they will find solace in themselves... and God knows that he had no problem with that. Hell, just thinking about it was the hottest thing he could ever envision, but deep down, the fear that when they do, they will realize they don't need him... that they are happy without the cripple draggi

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: AFTERSHOCKS

The steady beep of the monitors clawed at Myla’s nerves. It reminded her of memories she wished she could forget.Hayden lay still on the hospital bed, pale. She hadn’t moved from the chair beside him all night. Her fingers were cold where they clutched the thin blanket at his waist, as if her grip alone could keep him tethered here.Sunlight finally slid across the room, harsh and pale against the sterile walls. She shifted forward on the seat when she saw his lashes tremble, his brow twitch faintly.“Hayden?” Her voice cracked on his name.His eyes blinked open slowly, unfocused at first, clearer as his gaze landed on her.“You’re awake,” she whispered, reaching quickly for his hand.But he pulled it away before her fingers could wrap around his.Her chest caved in. “Hayden, I—”“I’m fine,” he rasped. She swallowed. “I stayed with you all night. I just wanted—”“I said I’m fine!” He snapped.She sat back slowly, her throat tightening with the rejection as she nodded.With them in t

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE: INTERROGATIONS

“Let me make sure I got this straight,” Sheriff Ben Whittaker said in disbelief, his voice almost sarcastic. “There was a break-in attempt at your house, security system was hacked multiple times, now the wheelchair ramp sabotaged and none of you…” He jabbed a finger at Jared, Beck, then Hayden, “…thought to call the damn police until now?” He let out a dry chuckle. “Wait, you didn't even call us; it was the hospital. What on earth are you guys about??”Hayden’s jaw flexed. “We were handling it.”“You call this handling it?” Detective Carolanne Higgins’s tone could’ve cut glass. She leaned back in the chair across from Hayden’s hospital bed, arms crossed, one brow arched high. “Sir, respectfully, you’ve been the victim of at least two felonies and this attempted murder, and you thought what? You could muscle through it on your own?Hayden sat propped against the pillows, face tight, jaw clenched. He stared at the detectives with flat eyes. “This is being blown way out of proportion.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX: PRESSURE POINTS

Beck escorted Myla to the restroom and while he waited outside for her, Jared came to join him.He leaned on the wall next to Beck, then patted him on shoulder when he saw the silent anger on his face. Beck raked a hand through his hair staring at the door of the restroom Myla disappeared through. “He doesn’t get to do that,” he hissed out. “He doesn’t get to shut her out and torch everything in the process.”Jared folded his arms and sighed. “He’s scared, B.”“Of what? Her?” Beck’s laugh was bitter. “We nearly lost him last night, Jay. You think he gets to pick and choose who gives a damn?”“Drop it,” Jared said finally, though his jaw flexed. “You know Hayden’s… complicated.”“No,” Beck shot back. “Hayden’s an ass.”"He needs to out grow this childish behaviour of his. He can't always become an asshole just because things turn south a little bit."Before Jared could reply, Detective Whittaker reappeared. “Got a minute?” he asked them."You go with him and hear what he has

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN: SHADOWS CLOSING IN

“Myla? What is it?” Jared said when Myla entered the room, her face pale.Beck was already striding toward her before she even spoke, his voice low, controlled the way it got before a fight.She held the phone out to him with trembling fingers. “I… I just got a text from a number I don’t know.”Beck collected the phone, reading out loud the words that had drained all the color from her face:Stop talking to the police and don't believe everything they tell you. I will come save you soon.Jared’s expression didn’t flicker, but Myla saw the muscle ticking in his jaw. “You said it was from a blocked number?” he asked sharply.“Yes.” She replied in a shaky voice.Jared’s eyes flashed to Hayden’s sleeping form on the bed. The fall had apparently inflamed a nerve in his spine and drug they were using to manage the pain some times made him just slip into sleep within minutes.He looked back at Myla, voice dropped even lower. “Have you seen or noticed anyone strange around? Anyone watching y

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: CRACKS IN THE EMPIRE

“You people must be out of your goddamn minds?!” Hayden thundered, voice an angry snarl.On the tablet propped up on the bed stool, six faces of the Oakley Corp's board members blinked back at him from their different pristine offices, all in expensive corporate outfits and neutral expressions.“Mr Oakley,” the chairman began carefully, “you have to understand the position we are in. The markets, the stocks, even the shareholders are reacting to the news...”“You mean the fake news,” Hayden snapped, heat rising under his skin. “Some jackass leaks one bullshit story about my death, and suddenly you are all ready to toss me aside like I’m dead already? I told you, it was just a minor incident, and the police are on it already. I am fine.”A woman in a sharp blazer cleared her throat. “You are blowing this out of proportion. It isn’t about tossing you aside, Mr Oakley. It is about stabilizing the company. Investors want reassurance.”“This is a good thing for you, too, sir.” Another man

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE: POISE & ALMOSTS

“Myla, you don’t have to do this,” Jared said, jaw tight as he looked at her adjust her blouse.“Yes, I have to, Jay.” She said as she smoothed the black blazer over her hips, chin high, eyes blazing in anger. “Just because of the rumor they have been dragging him through the mud like he hasn’t built everything they are feeding off. Like he is already dead. If they don't make any statement they will keep thinking so." Outside the estate gates, reporters were gathered like sharks circling blood. They have been there since the previous day. The news had changed from Hayden being dead to him being in a vegetative state after one of the EMTs that came with the ambulance had leaked a picture of Hayden unconscious and strapped to the stretcher. The culprit would be dealt with once they had his identity.Cameras started flashing through the iron bars, microphones raised like weapons immediately they saw Myla approaching.The guards hesitated when she reached the gate. Jared swore under hi

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