Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Kabanata 131 - Kabanata 140

Michael. An agonizing pain is the first thing I feel the moment I awake. It makes me groan, but I bite my tongue, not wanting to let out more. I'm a pahkan, and I shouldn't show weakness whatsoever. My weary eyes take in the environment, and upon realizing I'm in my bedroom in the villa, my heart zens. The panic fades. I drop my head back onto the pillow, gazing at the ceiling with a tired sigh. I remember everything that happened the night before. The exhibition party that became a mayhem, the gunfire, the invasion of the police, the waiter who stabbed me. I groan at the last thought, knowing just where the pain I feel is coming from. I peer at my right shoulder, hissing. It's been dressed up and put in a sling. Fuck, that's going to bring a lot of limitations to me. How come I didn't see that prick before he sank the knife into me!? Remembering that moment makes me curse. I hope he's still alive because I'm ready to make him pay for what he's done. Why the hell was he eve

Liam. As I drag my tired feet over the floor of the bunker, I hear Raven's voice echoing, loud, firm, and clear like he's lecturing. “The world will be ours. East. West. South. And the north.” His feet clack in the silent air. “You'll rule the world with me like demigods. Pass judgments upon your enemy and even the righteous.” Even though I've not reached their spot, I can already feel the air bursting with energy, with eagerness. “Women will be ours to own; we can fuck them even when they don't want it. We can keep them in chains just for our pleasure, and children? They'll be ours to groom.” There's a smile in his voice, and it makes me wonder if it'll be like that when he sees me. “The world calls it pedophilia, but I call it raising angels who'll sing to the gods that are us— you and me.” Sweat pours out of my temple in rivulets. I didn't think I'd make it back here alone after this bloody mission. I didn't think shits would hit the fan as it did. I didn't think I'd sustai

Laura. I empty my belly in the toilet, my eyes watering while Michael gathers my hair gently into his hand, pulling it out of my face. It takes about a minute for me to re-collect myself again, and he helps me to my feet. There's a worried look on his face, his lips pinched together, eyes studying me. I give him a bold smile, maybe to diffuse the tension or increase his worry, but I felt like he needed to see that smile either way. “Oh, I guess that didn't go well…” I let out, wiping the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. Natasha is lingering by the doorway, watching me act awkwardly. “Is that enough sign for you to stop this weird eating and drinking combos you suddenly started?” He asks, a quiet criticism to his voice.I make a face, pouting at him. “But that's what…I was craving for.” I mutter under my breath. Michael tries to speak, but Natasha's voice cuts in. “Um, sir…I think this is more than just a craving.” We both turn our heads to her, and she shrugs, ges

Laura. “Malishka…” “Seriously, I can handle myself, Michael. There's no need to worry. Besides, it's just a party. A birthday one at that.” My voice cuts through the air, intercepting Michael's protest about my attending Patricia's birthday party. I'm already dressed and ready to leave, but his little protests, or should I say tantrums, are what's delaying my departure. He was in a virtual conference in the parlor, but paused everything when he saw me walking out. Now we're standing on the front staircase, his good hand wrapped around my arm just to restrict me from going. The driver has brought out my car in the front, and as he alights from it, he hands me the keys. “I don't trust those women. Not after what they did to you for years.” No matter how much he tries to convince me otherwise, I believe it deep in my soul that Patricia and Cersei have turned a new leaf. Piercing his contorted face with my eyes. I scowl. “Can you put a little trust in me? Huh?” I let out a sigh,

Michael. Racing through the streets, chasing after Laura was never part of the plan. My intentions earlier were to get her home safe. When I called earlier, and she didn't pick up, I lost my damn mind. I thought something bad had happened to her. I thought maybe those bitches who were claiming to be her friend had tried something funny. I was with my gurus at Sin House when that was happening, but I lost concentration on all they were telling me about the hooded figure we found through the footage at Silas's penthouse. The very person who had murdered the police there and fled from the crime scene. Since we saw that footage, we've been trying to find out who that was and what he was doing at the penthouse right after the massive gunfire. Of course, from how the figure had fought with the police, it was very much obvious he's skilled and would be a tough ass to beat. Yet, all the while my gurus kept telling me things about the person, I wasn't concentrating. My focus was only on g