Todos los capítulos de Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Capítulo 171 - Capítulo 180

Michael. I can't believe my eyes. My son, whom I've been searching for months, is right in front of me, but not as the boy I once knew. Now, he's here as an enemy. The realization makes me stagger. Emotions reel through me, making my eyes sting with tears. Is that how bad I failed in parenting that my son hates me so much, he's waging a war against me? “So it was you? That day in Times Square?” Laura's horror-struck voice echoes through the space. My eyes roam toward her, seeing her shake her head in realization. Meanwhile, Liam's just standing there, arms folded over his chest, watching us with hawk-like eyes. I hate that I'm incapacitated at this moment. Bones notices it too, given the look he's giving me. “Merciless? Is that what you changed to?” I finally speak again. His gaze falls on me, and he shrugs. Then. “A man isn't completely transformed until he changes his name. Besides, I hated the fact that I bear the name you gave me just as much as I hate you.” Hate, that

Laura. Purple hair. Ah, I should've known Liam was closer than I'd thought. He's been watching all this while, striking from the shadows until he has crippled us.I'd sent him a picture of his father and me, thinking it would make him come back to his senses. What was I expecting? That a psycho can just change overnight into someone sensible, someone who sees reason and makes peace with it? Nah, I had so much hope for a lost cause. Liam didn't just return as a psycho; he returned as a monster. My body wrecks completely as I watch him banter with his father. He still thinks his father is the villain. God, I'm so ready to tell him the truth, but he's giving no room for that. Would he even believe the truth if I say them, given how much hatred clouds his heart? I don't ever think it's going to work, and that pains me. Now, we've been surrounded, crippled. The Faction is no more, the clan members completely destroyed. I don't know where help will come from. Every corner of the

Laura. The scent of nicotine wafts through the air as we clamber downstairs, my heart a drum in my chest. No one says a word to me, and I wonder why I've been called. As we reach the landing, we come across Liam. He pauses in his tracks, sizing me up from hair to toe. A smug smirk curls his lips. “I see you're adjusting fine.” His annoying voice echoes as he stands in front of me. “I was expecting you to be curled up on the bed and wailing from losing my father. But here you are, adjusting just fine. Dressed like a whore.” He snorts. “What was I expecting? Whores like you know how to fit into any man's life.” He knows the truth. He knows that I'm being forced into this, and yet he still chooses to twist the table around and taunt me. My palms itch to slap him, but I know I can't.The tears rush down before I can get a hold on them. “I'll never…cheat on my husband.” I spit with a harsh breath. He laughs in my face. “Husband? You mean that loser rotting in a cell is your husband

Laura. Tension rises inside me. Grunts from Michael follow along with the rattling from the chains binding his arms to the back. My throat turns Sahara dry. I watch Raven. He's smiling, but there's no warmth in it. He's looking at me like a predator will a prey, and in this moment, I know that no idea will save me. My worst nightmare is about to happen. “Go on.” He gestures to the lingerie, the only fabric that holds the remains of my dignity. “I'd rather we consummate our union quickly…” “I.. but…” “No buts.” He cuts in, halting the words I'm trying to force out of my mouth. “Undress and bend over.” Holy heavens. He's…going to force himself on me. Before I can even make a move, Raven has me twisted and bent over to my waist. A sharp cry rips from my mouth as I struggle, but it's too late. He's doing it. The most horrible thing a woman would ever dream of. I hear the lingerie rip in two even as I struggle. Michael howls, thrashing against the chains. The cool air blast

Liam. I squirm on the bed, eyes closed tightly. My head is pounding, aching. Beads of sweat soak my body. There are flashes of things going through my head like a broken record. It makes my chest heave. *Five-year-old me is seated in the car, the seatbelt fastened around me. My mother is beside me, looking pensive. I don't know where we are, but it's dark. I think hard and look around, my vision balancing in the dark, enabling me to see the vehicles in repair, some were hanging on car lifters, others stripped down to their frames. That's when I realized it's a garage. Daddy used to take me to the garage where he repairs his cars, too. Maybe we're here to see him? Or does mom want to repair her car, too? “Mom, why are we here?” I ask her, still looking around and swinging my legs. “Don't ask questions. Just sit there like I told you.” She snaps, her harsh voice making me flinch. I hate it when she talks to me like that. It makes me scared of her. But dad isn't like that.