All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Michael. A loud thud echoes alongside Liam's howl of pain. “Honeybee!!! No…nooo!!!” He screams, cradling Bianca, who's gurgling as she lies in the pool of her own blood. My men aimed wrongly. They were meant to disarm Liam, but unfortunately, Bianca took the fall, not that I feel any pity for her. My eyes are on Laura as Liam still has his knife pointed at her, this time at her ribs. “Baby…oh, baby…” Bianca struggles to speak, choking on her own blood. The bullet went straight from her back to her chest. “Please…don't leave me!!! Bianca!!! Bee!!” My son's raging. Bianca forces herself to speak more, but death comes faster than it should, seizing her ability to speak. Liam's gaze diverts to me. My body charges, knowing things are about to escalate. “You…killed her…” He snarls, eyes bloodshot. “It doesn't have to get worse, son…” I start, but he interrupts me. “No!!! It has!” And with swift reflexes I didn't see coming, he grabs two guns and starts releasing fire in my direc

Liam. I've walked for a mile under the harsh sun, and my lungs are burning out. Fedrick's instructions on how to enter the bunker run through my mind like a travel companion. But behind it all, Bianca's death plays like a broken record in my mind. It's still hard to believe she's gone, my girlfriend of over ten years. The first time I met her in college was in the Library. It was an attraction at first sight. Her short blonde hair framed her oval face. She walked with an air of elegance that commanded attention, or my attention alone. I just lost focus on what I was reading and focused on her. Funny how I thought she came to study, only to find the librarian, Mr. Dean, hiding beneath her table, sucking Bianca's pussy. I couldn't believe what I saw. The bliss was all over Bianca's face, from how she heaved, how she bit her lip, and how she clenched the book in front of her tightly. That was the first time I realized she loved oral sex a lot. Well, the news about her affair go

Laura. The fuss continues— Patricia and her friend lead me to my desk in the project department, bringing out my file for the meeting. “Is there anything else you'd need, Ms. Bells?” Cersei asks. “None. I think you've done enough already.” I say, forcing a smile. Others are watching us, muttering and chuckling under their breath. “They've become her servant.” “That serves them right.” “Who would have thought?” Despite the murmurs and derision, Patricia and Cersei don't stop what they're doing. They dust off my shoes and invincible lints from my black, plaid skirt. They even run a comb through my hair that I left to cascade over my shoulders. “That's enough now. I need to leave for the meeting.” I say, feeling overwhelmed by their actions. “As you please, Ms. Bells. This way, please?” Cersei rushes and holds the door open for me. “You don't need to do that.” I chide, but she's adamant. “Allow us to do this so we wouldn't lose our job,” Patricia whispers behind me. I look

Laura. Trust grandma Shirley never to disappoint, especially when it comes to arranging men for me. She never stresses over Maisie because she knows who Maisie is when it comes to guys. Just me. By four p.m, she's already in the waiting area in Cryvex, waiting for me to come so we can go shopping. The very moment she saw me striding over to where she was, a smile blossomed on her face, and she took my hand, booking a ride for us to an elegant boutique in town. “What's the most expensive sexy dress you have here?” She asks the girl at the counter who is obliged to show us around. It was during that moment that I realized Grey sent over fifteen thousand dollars to her just to get me prepared for this date. Who does that? For a girl he hasn't seen before, save for my pictures? I find that weird, but I don't complain, not when it makes grandma happy. We tested all the clothes the girl provided until we picked out the best. “My world, you look hot in that!” Grandma exclaims when

Michael. It's been tough staying away from my girl. The day I dropped Laura off, she asked me to give her space, which I silently agreed to. It's not wise to crowd her space after what she went through, so I respected her. However, I secretly placed my men to watch over her every move while I went on the mission of hunting my son, Liam. It's funny how I've declared him an enemy, a boy I once protected with everything I had. I can't erase that image of him holding a knife to her neck, despite how much I smoked to clear it out. Although the urge to make Liam feel immeasurable pain is there, that fatherly instinct and bond I once had with him is somewhat restricting me from using force to fish him out. My guesses are he's fled to Russia, probably hiding out in one of our safe houses, planning to come back here when my anger must have cooled. He's done it a lot in the past; there'll be no difference this time, that's why I'm taking my time to search for him.Liam might have said he'