All Chapters of Claimed By My Boyfriend's Father : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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Rachel (Miscarriage)

: I called Jamie from the car. No answer.I called again. And again.Nothing.The drive from Westbrook to the apartment took forty minutes. I made it in twenty-five.The door was unlocked.I pushed it open slowly. "Jamie?"Silence.Then I saw him. On the couch. Hands zip-tied behind his back. Blood trickling from his temple.A woman stood behind him, knife pressed to his throat.Rachel Summers was beautiful even in her rage. Mid-thirties, dark hair, eyes that had seen too much."You must be Lilith," she said. "The girl who stole my life.""I never stole anything from you. That was ten years ago. You and Jamie are ancient history.""Ancient history?" Rachel laughed. "Is that what he told you? That I was just some affair? Some mistake he moved past?""That's what you were.""I was the woman he promised to leave Elena for. The woman he said he loved. The woman who got pregnant with his child." Her hand tightened on the knife. "And then he paid me a hundred thousand dollars to get an abo

The Breaking Point

The charges against me were dropped after Rachel turned herself in.She confessed to everything. The knife. The attack. The plan to kill Jamie. She told them I'd saved his life, not tried to take it.They released me after forty-eight hours in holding.Jamie picked me up from the station. We drove home in silence.Inside the apartment, I went straight to the bathroom and locked the door. Turned on the shower. Sat on the floor and let the water run until it went cold.Jamie knocked. "Lilith. Please open the door.""I need to be alone.""You've been alone for two days. Let me in.""No."He didn't leave. Just sat on the other side of the door and waited.After an hour, I opened it. He was still there, back against the wall, eyes closed."I lost the baby," I said."I know.""I'll never know whose it was.""I know.""Rachel was right. I'm just another woman you'll throw away when I become inconvenient."Jamie's eyes opened. "That's not true.""Isn't it? How many were there, Jamie? How many

The Final Game

Elena's gun dropped. "That's impossible. You're in prison.""I was never in prison, Mom." Aiden stepped fully into the light. "The man you visited? The one who wrote you letters? That was Daniel Price, my cellmate. I paid him to take my place. Paid the guards to look the other way. Been free for three weeks.""You faked your own incarceration?" Jamie's voice was hollow."The trial was real. The conviction was real. But the prison transfer?" Aiden smiled. "I switched places with Daniel during transport. He's serving my sentence. I'm here.""Why?" Elena demanded. "Why let me think you were locked up?""Because I needed you desperate. Needed you angry enough to hire someone to kill Dad and Lilith. Needed you to become the monster everyone thinks I am." Aiden raised his gun, pointing it at Elena now. "Needed you to finally take responsibility for creating me."Elena's face went white. "I protected you.""You destroyed me. Every time you covered up what I did, every time you paid someone o

The Truth But Lies

I grabbed Sophie's wrist before the syringe reached Jamie's IV line."Don't," I said."Let go or I'll scream that you're attacking me." Sophie's smile was cold. "Security will be here in seconds. They'll arrest you. I'll finish the job while you're in custody.""What's in the syringe?""Potassium chloride. Stops the heart instantly. Looks like natural complications from surgery." She twisted her wrist, trying to break free. "Aiden's orders. Jamie dies. You watch. Then you come with me or I dose you too."Jamie's eyes opened. He saw us struggling. "Lilith?""She's trying to kill you," I said.Sophie lunged forward. I yanked her back. The syringe flew from her hand and skittered across the floor.She dove for it. I tackled her.We hit the ground hard. Sophie was stronger than she looked, trained. Her elbow caught my ribs. I gasped."Help!" she screamed. "She's attacking me!"Footsteps pounded in the hallway.I grabbed the syringe first. Held it like a weapon. "Stay back."Sophie stood,

The Wedding

Jamie stared at the signature. At my name written in ink that hadn't dried yet."You signed it," he said. "You actually signed it.""I'm sorry.""Sorry?" He laughed, but it sounded like choking. "You're marrying my son and you're sorry?""I don't expect you to understand—""I understand perfectly. You chose him. The man who killed three women. The man who tried to kill us both. You chose him over me." He crumpled the license in his fist. "I came back for you. I was ready to fight for us. And you already signed away our future.""It doesn't have to mean anything. I can still—""Still what? Pretend you didn't mean it? Take it back?" He threw the paper at me. "You meant it. I can see it in your face. You want him.""I want both of you. That's the problem.""No. The problem is you think you can have both of us. That I'll just accept sharing you with my own son." Jamie moved to the door. "I won't. I can't. If you marry him, you lose me forever.""Jamie, wait—"He left. This time I knew he

The Basement

The chain gave me three feet of movement.Enough to reach the mattress on the floor. The bucket in the corner. The tray of food Aiden brought twice a day.Not enough to reach the door."How long are you keeping me here?" I asked on day three.Aiden sat on the stairs, just out of reach. "As long as it takes.""For what?""For you to understand that this is where you belong. That fighting is useless. That I'm all you have now." He smiled. "You'll break eventually. They all do.""They all? How many women have you kept down here?""Does it matter? You're the only one who matters now. The only one I married." He stood. "Eat your food. You need your strength.""For what?""For tonight. When I come back and remind you who you belong to."He left. Locked the door. Left me in darkness.I pulled at the chain until my wrist bled. It didn't budge.Hours later, the door opened. Aiden descended with a bottle of water and something in his other hand.A syringe."What's that?" I asked."Something to

The Shot

1The gun went off.I screamed.But Jamie was still standing.The bullet had gone wide, hitting the wall behind us. Aiden's hand was shaking."I can't," Aiden whispered, lowering the gun. "I can't do it. I can't kill you."Jamie stood frozen. "Then let us go.""No. I just—I can't shoot you. But I can't let her go either." Aiden's composure cracked completely. "Don't you understand? She's all I have. She's the only thing that makes sense. If she leaves, I have nothing.""You have your freedom. Your life. A chance to actually get help.""Help doesn't fix what's broken in me. Nothing does." Aiden looked at me. "Tell him. Tell him you don't want to go.""I want to go, Aiden. This isn't love. This isn't marriage. It's captivity.""It's the only way I know how to love." His eyes filled with tears. "My mother taught me that love means control. That if you let people make their own choices, they'll leave. So you take away the choice. You make them stay.""That's not love," Jamie said. "That's

Adrian

Sophie arrived at noon with a boy who looked exactly like Aiden.Same dark hair. Same sharp features. Same unsettling intensity in his eyes.Adrian was ten years old and already looked like he could see through people."Thank you for agreeing to meet us," Sophie said at my door.I hadn't agreed. She'd just shown up."This is Adrian," she continued when I didn't respond. "Adrian, this is Lilith. Your father's... widow."The boy studied me with eyes too old for his face. "You married my dad and then you married his dad. That's weird.""It's complicated," I managed."That's what Mom says about everything." Adrian looked past me into the house. "Are your kids here? Mom says I have a sister and brother. Kind of.""They're not your siblings. They're your—" I stopped. What were they? His uncle and aunt technically, but also his age peers. "They're your father's half-siblings.""So we're related but not really." Adrian smiled. It wasn't Aiden's smile. It was something else. Something calculat

The Apple

Jamie moved in front of me. "Put the knife down, Adrian.""Why? I'm just holding it. Not threatening anyone." Adrian examined the blade. "It's from your kitchen. I took it while you were on the phone. Wanted to see if you'd notice.""We noticed. Now put it down.""No." Adrian's smile widened. "I want to show you something first."He pressed the blade to his own palm. Drew it across slowly. Blood welled up."Adrian, stop—" I started forward."Don't move." He held up his bleeding hand. "See? I can hurt myself and not even flinch. Dad wrote about it in his journal. Said pain is just information. That if you process it correctly, it becomes power.""You read his journals," Jamie said."Every single one. Mom tried to hide them but I found them when I was eight. Been studying ever since." He wrapped his hand in his shirt. "He was brilliant. Damaged, but brilliant. And he left me a roadmap.""A roadmap to what?""To understanding what I am. What I'm capable of. What I'm supposed to become."

The Meeting

Hope wore the dress Adrian requested. Red. Too adult for fifteen. She'd found it in my closet."You're not wearing that," I said."He asked me to wear something pretty. This is pretty." She checked her reflection. "Besides, if he's dangerous like you think, what I'm wearing won't matter. If he's just a kid looking for family, then it's just a dress.""Hope—""I'm going. With or without you." She grabbed her purse. "Your choice."Jamie drove us to the hotel. Torres followed in an unmarked car. Backup, she'd said. In case things went wrong.Room 412 was at the end of a long hallway. I knocked.Sophie opened the door. She looked older than ten years should have made her. Tired. Defeated."Thank you for coming," she said."We didn't have much choice.""I know. I'm sorry about that. Adrian insisted." She stepped aside. "He's waiting."Adrian sat on the bed wearing a button-down shirt and slacks. Like he was dressed for church. Or a date.His eyes went straight to Hope."Hello," he said. "Y

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