All Chapters of Claimed by My Husband and His Bestfriends : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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CHAPTER THIRTY: BEFORE SILENCE BREAKS

That night, the guards swept the grounds and house twice at Jared's insistence. Jared still cross checked the entire mansion, then checked on Myla. He smiled softly when saw her already sleeping. Then he went to his room.He laid awake in the dim room, sleep refusing to come no matter how much he tried. Counting sheep didn't work, neither did trying different lying positions Staring at the ceiling, his mind flashed to day's events. In as much as he liked how successful Hayden became, he never envied him. Being known by so many and always in the public eye was not something he could enjoy or endure because people were.... people. Over the years he had watched the way the media had always found a way to turn everything little thing and mistake Hayden did into a scandal. From him making his company public to his dating life to his marriage to Myla then his accident. They always had something negative to say. He won't say he blamed them too much because he understood that negatively w

Last Updated : 2025-09-17

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE: FEAR IN THE HALLS

The pantry door smashed inwards with a deafening crack. Myla jerked backward, heart slamming into her throat as her eyes darted around, scanning the narrow space. Flour bags, jars of preserved foodstuffs, crates of bottled water…. Then a small pair of scissors meant for cutting open packaging and sacks caught her eye.A man stepped through the jagged frame. His face was unrecognizable because the dim kitchen light behind him shadowed it, his shoulders broad enough to block half the doorway.“I’m here for you, Rosie,” He said in a low, strange whisper. It was as if he were talking to someone he was familiar with that has been waiting for him to come.Myla’s heart slammed against her ribs. “Who the hell is Rosie? What do you want?!”She quickly turned and snatched up the scissors, hiding them in her fist.Before she could blink, the man moved faster than she anticipated for his size and wrapped a strong arm around her waist, trapping her arms to her body while the other went over her mo

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO: FEAR IN THE HALLS (pt II)

“MYLA!” Jared’s voice roared through the house, rough with fear.He barreled into the kitchen, gun raised. His eyes spotted the splintered pantry door hanging off one hinge and his fear doubled.“Myla?” He called out again, heart pounding but no one answered. The kitchen was empty.He saw something gleaming in the pantry floor. He went to check it and saw it was her phoneHis heart slammed harder. He rushed out of the kitchen, and down the hall. As he he got to the mid point of the main hall, he paused not knowing if he should branch into the eastern hall, go straight ahead to the sitting rooms and library or go down the western hall. This was why he hated huge houses. Too many damned corridors and corners.The house was already lit up. All the guards heard his warning shot and scrambled to action. Soon men swarmed around him.He turned to the closest ones. "The lady of the house have been taken. Right under our fucking noses."Their eyes widen in shock, they stared at him speechles

Last Updated : 2025-09-19

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE: PRESSURE POINTS

“Someone get me a first aid kit.” Jared barked out as he lowered her unto the couch in one of the smaller sitting rooms.One of the two guards hovering around ran to get it. Jared turned back to her, face guant with worry as he scanned her. His hands fluttered uncertainly like he didn't know where to touch.She winced when he finally lifted her injured ankle unto a cushion. “The blood isn't mine all I have are few bruises and the ankle. I’m fine, Jay.”“No, you are not.” He said as he crouched in front of her, jaw tight, checking the swelling. His hands were steady on her leg, but when she reached for one to comfort him, she felt the tremor running through him.Myla went still, staring at him. “You are shaking,” she whispered in surprise.Normally, Jared was the most unflappable among the three best friends for as long as she has known them. He avoided her gaze but didn’t deny it. Just swallowed hard, eyes still scanning the bruises on her arms, the scrape along her shoulder.The g

Last Updated : 2025-09-20

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR: HEART ATTACK

Hayden gripped the side of his hospital bed so tightly his knuckles went white. The muted TV on the wall played the same live footage Jared had just seen: flashing lights, guards running, speculation running wild. A reporter droned on in the background: “…is Mrs. Oakley hurt? Was anyone shot inside? Sources confirm the CEO remains hospitalized after his spinal injury while chaos unfolds at his family estate—” Hayden turned it off and slammed the remote on the bed side drawer. “Why the hell isn’t anyone picking up?!” Beck exploded angrily, shaking his phone like it would miraculously make someone pick his call. They had been trying call Jared, Myla, the house's phone but no one was picking. Myla's phone was not even going at all. Beck started pacing the room like a caged animal as he tried Jared's phone again, hands running through his hand for the hundredth time in the last minute. "Something is happening,” Hayden said flatly, fury simmering beneath every word. The

Last Updated : 2025-09-20

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: THE VANISHING

As soon as the car screeched to a stop at the front steps, Beck jumped out fast, assisted Hayden out then they rushed inside.“Myla! Jay!"Hayden’s voice, boomed tinged with panic as the wheelchair shot through the front door.Beck jogged right behind him, boots pounding against marble floors.“In here!” Jared’s voice answered from somewhere inside the house. "We are in the third sitting room."Hayden didn’t wait. He shoved the wheels hard, nearly tipping the chair as he tore around the corner.The sight that greeted him was Myla sat on the couch, ankle wrapped, hair a mess, scratches streaking her arms.She looked up when she heard him wheel into the room, then she was on her feet before Jared could stop her, stumbling across the room.“Myla—” Hayden started, but the word was swallowed when she dropped into his lap, arms winding around his shoulders like she was trying to anchor them both to reality.He crushed her hard to him. Hard enough that his chair shifted backward a few inches.

Last Updated : 2025-09-24

CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX: THE VANISHING (ptII)

Myla flinched at the sharpness in his tone but didn’t say anything. Her hands twisted in her lap, knuckles white.Beck crouched beside her again. His voice was quieter than the others, but no less tense. “You didn’t recognize him? Not even his voice?”She shook her head slowly. “I saw his face but didn't recognize him. The weird thing is he kept calling me Rosie. Like he thought I was someone else.”The room went still.Hayden’s eyes cut to hers. “Rosie?”Myla nodded. “I told him I wasn’t, but he just—” She broke off, shaking her head. “It was like he didn’t hear me. Like he thought he was saving me or something.” she looked at them. "Like he was saving me from you guys."“Saving you?” Beck repeated sharply.“Until she stabbed him,” Jared muttered.That got Hayden’s attention. His head whipped back toward her. “You what?”Myla swallowed hard. “I stabbed him. Twice.”Beck’s mouth curved into a dark, proud grin. “That's my girl.”Hayden didn’t smile. His hands unwrapped from her waist a

Last Updated : 2025-09-24

CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN: WHY DOES HE LOOK FARMILIAR?

Detective Ben Whittaker was not a happy man. He had missed lunch earlier today when he had to go to a crime scene, and it looked as if he was going to miss his dinner and breakfast, too. As he followed a guard down to where the Oakleys were waiting, he marveled at the incredible things that money could provide. Yet, he was here because there were problems, problems that had put Hayden in a wheelchair and were continuing to threaten him. Beside him, Carolanne looked like she had been dragged out of bed but didn’t give a damn. Her dark blazer hung open over jeans and boots, a pen stuck behind one ear, a notepad already in her hand.“Mr and Mrs Oakley?” Ben’s calm voice cut through the room.Myla sat between Hayden’s chair and Beck, ankle wrapped, scratches streaking her arms, face pale but steady. Hayden hadn’t let go of her hand since they sat down; his arm stayed tight around her waist, holding her like he thought she might vanish if he let go.Beck paced behind them, jaw tight, arms

Last Updated : 2025-09-24

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT: GRADUAL RECONCILATION

The house hadn’t been this tense since Hayden’s accident. Even with detectives still combing the halls and guards stationed at every entrance, it felt like the walls themselves were holding their breath. When they finally retreated to the bedroom at the detectives insistence, it wasn’t for sleep… no one in this house was going to close their eyes easily tonight… more like early morning. Myla sat on the edge of the tub in the bathroom, steam curling around her as the water rinsed off blood and fear. Her ankle was throbbing more painfully where it was wrapped now that the adrenaline was wearing off. They had told them to reduce their presence in the front yard because of the press cameras that were still closely monitoring the house, looking for more images to backup the stories they were spinning. Hayden sat in his chair near the bed, expression tight as he watched the door like the stalker to burst in anytime. The words of detective Carol kep

Last Updated : 2025-09-25

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE: THE RAT HOLE

The guard watched as his bosses walked past him, followed by Hayden in his wheelchair with Myla staying close to him, her hands in his as she walked beside him because he wasn’t letting her out of his sight.His brows disappeared into his hairline. Did they all just come out of the same bedroom? He asked himself in shock, then shrugged muttering to himself, “It’s none of my damn business anyway. Rich people are always so weird,” before following them.Nobody spoke as they headed for the eastern wing of the house but they branched off into another hallway instead of going straight down to the pool room.When they finally got to Hayden’s physical therapy room/ gym, Detective Carolanne was waiting impatiently at the entrance. “We found your rat’s hole,” she said flatly.Hayden’s hands clenched on the armrest of his chair. “Show me.”She nodded and briskly led them across the padded friction flooring to the back wall of the physical therapy room to a section of paneling in a corner.“I no

Last Updated : 2025-09-26

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