All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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Stalker

Michael. My scream tears through the exam room as the pain coming from my wounded arm shakes me to my bones. I gnash my teeth tightly, forcing myself to hold on as Bones massages the arm. I'm lying on the recliner, heart in my throat as Bones tries to fix my arm again. He has this ‘you shouldn't have strained the arm in the first place’ look, but I don't bloody care. My arm can hurt a hundred times over as long as it guarantees me Laura's safety. Right now, she's in the operating room with Ilya and two of his staff, performing the immediate surgery he claims Laura needs. Her face was almost white by the time we arrived here, and I've never been so scared in my whole life. Right now, I'm not even thinking straight again. Her thoughts consume me as well as the fear of losing her. And our baby. Why's all this happening? We're just getting our lives back together, and another disaster strikes! What if I lose her? God, you'd better take my life if you take Laura's, because there

Secret mission

Michael. I've not slept a wink since daybreak when Ilya announced Laura's condition to me. I've just been by her side, holding her hand, careful not to upset the IV hooked on it. She's still in the ICU, unaware of our loss. I wonder how she'll feel when she wakes up and hears our baby is gone forever— our little bundle of joy who didn't get to last more than a few weeks. According to Ilya, Laura was hit in the spleen, but due to the stress and bleeding, she lost the baby. That's the one death that has gotten to me since the loss of Dimitri and his family. Death is just like a normal transition to me until this moment. I can't stop imagining what our baby would have looked like if it were a girl or how fierce it'd be if it were a boy. I want to live in that moment again. I want to become a father again with the woman who truly loves me. Things would've been fine– progressive even, but someone out there robbed us of that. Someone out there took an innocent life, and I'll be damn

Condolence visit

Michael. The ride to Alicia's place was torturous. The thought of having to see her again filled my blood with bitterness, and it made driving difficult. The only thing that kept me going is the idea that I'll have her blood slip through my fingers tonight, and I'll discard her corpse like garbage, and no one will question me. Her memories will be forgotten. Whatever happens tonight is a result of her actions. I won't take the fall for it. Now that I've pulled up before her apartment complex, I step outside, looking up at her floor. Her window is dark and closed. Every other person will assume she isn't around, but I know better. I remember when I rented this place for her, right after I told her plainly I don't want things to go further between us. It's an expensive place, but her sales at the boutique should make up for it and more. Well, since I rented the house for her, I have a key to the apartment, and that's going to serve as my gate pass. I move inside the foyer and ta

Matching DNA

Michael. Laura is still fast asleep by the time I return to the clinic, the IV still hooked to her hand. I've showered, washed away the evil that was Alicia. Now, I can't wait to get into bed with my woman. Thankfully, the bed is big enough to contain us both, and as I slip in, I band my good hand around her waist, spooning her tightly. I kiss her neck and sigh. She smells very fresh. Bones brought Natasha over, who carefully helped Laura to shower. I hate that I wasn't there to do it for her. She stirs in my arms, grunting and looking over her shoulder at me. There's no question in her eyes at all, just certainty. She knows what I've done, and she doesn't question it at all. Instead, she kisses me softly on the lips. I respond to the kiss, my body stirring awake at the sweet taste of her lips. I cup her cheek to deepen the kiss, nicely nibbling on her lower lip and brushing my tongue endearingly on hers. Laura purrs, endeavoring to relish whatever I offer. I cup her breast f

Take your trophy

Michael. I'm not breathing again. Not with such revelation dumped on me by Ilya. Not after realizing that I've been with my best friend's daughter all these while. Not after realizing that I've been railing my own goddaughter. This shouldn't have happened. Ilya shouldn't have told me this. The world blurs at the edges of my vision. That little organ buried in my chest hammers with vengeance, with guilt. I can't help but hobble, groping around for something to support my weight. I've committed the gravest sin to my brother and best friend. I've broken the promise I made to him years ago. Unable to find anything close I can use for support, I sink to the floor. The result falls from my hand, landing on the floor. I don't cry but what I feel is heavier than tears. It's fire born of regret, a fucking fire born out of guilt. “What are you both talking about?” Laura's perturbed voice comes through. I hear the sheets rustle and then the sound of her bare feet padding over the flo

Naughty genius

Laura. *Two Weeks Later.*I should be happy that I've finally found out who my father is. Well, I am happy, but it appears the truth destroyed something I cherished most. It shattered the bonds that tether my soul; now I'm a wreck existing in this lonely world. I've not been in touch with Michael since the day we found out my father was his best friend. No, it's more like Michael has refused to be in touch with me. He went MIA, leaving my heart broken and empty. Now, I'm just wishing the truth should've remained hidden, instead of being out and destroying the life I was once hard. Apparently, Michael isn't in the country. The villa is empty, and whenever I ask Bones about him, he only gives me clipped answers. What could he be doing now? Where was he? Does he despise me so much that he just disappeared? Maybe now I don't meet his standard of a woman. Whenever I think about these things, I feel inferior. Nervous too. I don't like feeling like this at all; it always brings t

New era

Laura. I've never taken Maisie's bad advice seriously until now. For the past five days, I've taken it upon myself to see that this introduction and welcome party of mine goes as planned. I went all the way to invite all the men in the Brotherhood, regardless of their ranks. Not just that, I invited outsiders as well, foreigners preferably, who would spice up the party. And now, every corner of my mansion teems with men and women of all colors, their presence heavy and unavoidable.Standing in the balcony of my bedroom, I weigh everything my eyes can see— the Male and female strippers, fire breathers, jugglers, gamblers, smokers, and erotic dancers, to say the least. The DJ is blowing up their minds with music, thickening the air with the vibes I want. Well, the Brotherhood members are yet to join the party as they are all waiting for me in the boardroom just downstairs, and I like the way I'm keeping them waiting. I need to assert my dominance as the heiress, to show them I'm m

Pretense

Laura.The party rages on just like I expected, every corner of the mansion occupied by the guests. As I pass by the sitting room, I see the group of four— two men and two women, fucking hard on the couch, their moans riding high in the air. The women are blatantly riding the men's cock in a cowgirl position, and as they do that, they both kiss each other as their lives depend on it, the men fondling their breasts and flicking their clits. A smile blooms on my face as some of the clan men walk over to them, joining in the fuck fest. Well, I let everyone do their thing as I dance my way outside to the pool. It's a haven for debauchery already, the air reeks of sin and musk, moans rising high above the sensual music. Beside the pool, two female erotic dancers with damp bodies begin to dance while those in the pool cheer them up, clapping loudly. “Yay! Yay!!!” “Go, girls!!” They scream as both girls gyrate their bodies together, twerking and shaking their assets. Their movement i

Victory

Michael. The moment I learned the truth about Laura, I ran away. Not because I'm scared, but because I needed redemption for my soul that's wrapped around her. I needed to see if I could rid myself of the guilt of having been obsessed and in love with the same girl I vowed to protect as a father many years ago. I needed to see if being away, submerged in the wildness and debauchery, would cleanse thoughts about fucking my goddaughter from my mind, thoughts about claiming her as mine and making her my wife. To cleanse the thoughts of having kids with her. To think we almost had a child together. Fuck! That's why I went away, moving from one country to another, one continent to another. And I wasn't just traveling to places, I was hellbent on being in the naughtiest clubs, sex dungeons, whorehouses.I felt maybe seeing more women, more wet cunts, more titties would make my desire for Laura extinguish. I thought I'd stop thinking about her. Well, jokes on me. None of those remedi

It's hard for you

Michael. Laura gives me a taunting smirk that sears my skin. Does she find this funny? I'm minutes away from stepping into a rampage, and she's smiling? I grit my teeth hard against the rage I'm feeling, waiting for her to answer my question. “Why do you want to know? Can't a girl have fun again!?” A deep, animalistic noise stirs at the back of my throat. It causes her to gasp, crooking her brows at me. “Is there a problem, Michael?” She asks like she has no idea what the problem is. I force words out through my gnashed teeth. “You shouldn't have done this!” I step further into her space until there's no gap left between us. “Whose cock did you touch out there? Did he kiss you, too? Did he…” My eyes trail down her body, bitterness clouding my face as I add. “Grope your breasts as the girl did…” “This isn't a topic my godfather…” she air quotes with contempt scrawled over her features. “Should be asking me. After all, I'm just a kid to you.” My nerves are taut, on the verge o

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