All Chapters of Claimed Raw by my Husband's Ruthless Best friend : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

Leon's POV I sat in the usual VIP booth at the back of the exclusive private bar. The leather seat stuck to my skin now from how long I've been seated. Dim red lights glowed low in the bar, just like that of club Orion. Smoke hung thick in the air, mixing with the sharp smell of whiskey and expensive cologne. My heart pounded real hard in my chest. I had texted her the location over twenty minutes ago. Patience was never my thing. Never has been.I stretched my neck, moving left and right until it cracked. My eyes kept scanning the crowded room for Bella. Tall guys in suits laughed loud at the bar, carrying out their business deals. Girls in short dresses danced under the pulsing lights. But no sign of her. Not yet.I leaned back, forcing my shoulders to drop, trying to be at ease. My fingers closed tight around the cold glass of whiskey. The ice clinked as I poured a fresh shot. The liquid burned going down my throat, warm and sharp, spreading fire through my chest. I tried to brea

Ava's POV My heels clicked real fast on the floor, but I forced my steps to slow down. My heart hammered so hard against my ribs that it felt like it would jump out of my body. Each beat sent a hot, sick fear rushing through my veins that made my ears ring. The words I had heard right now burned in my head. Leon and Victor. They were stealing everything from Julian. His own best friend and his younger brother were stabbing him in the back with cool smiles on their faces.I reached the bar section and dropped onto the stool. My fingers gripped the cold, wet edge so tight that my knuckles turned white. From the outside I looked calm and cool, my legs crossed, back straight. But inside, my stomach twisted real hard into painful knots that made me want to throw up.“Please, I’d like to check out early,” I said, my voice shaky at the edges even though I tried to keep it steady. The words tasted dry in my mouth.My boss stared at me, her eyes wide with shock. “What?”I wasn’t surprised by

Julian's POV “Search the recent office logs and people’s records,” I ordered James. My heart pounded like a war drum inside my chest as I slammed the phone down hard. The last investor’s cold voice still burned in my ears. They were all pulling out. Every single one of them.My company was now crashing toward bankruptcy. Billions of dollars ripped away in just one single day. Veyron Corps had been sold using my name and my own original documents. How the fuck did this happen?“Whoever did this, I swear I’ll make you pay,” I growled under my breath. Pure rage exploded through me. I slammed my clenched fist down on the desk real hard with brutal force, the loud bang echoed through the room. Sharp pain shot up my arm from my knuckles, but it only fed the fire in me. My breathing came out ragged and heavy, chest heaving like I had run for miles. Sweat poured down my face and back, soaking my shirt until it clung to my skin.My mind raced wildly, spinning in dark, endless circles, desperat

Leon's POV.“How have you been going so far?” I asked, trying hard to sound so concerned for my best friend. My voice came out smooth, but inside I felt nothing.We sat in a quiet, dimly lit bar. The air was thick with the smell of old wood, spilled beer, and stale cigarette smoke that burned the back of my throat. Soft jazz played low in the background. I watched Julian closely across the small table.He looked real tattered and rough these days. His eyes were bloodshot and glassy, dark circles sat heavy under them. His hair was messy and greasy. His shirt was wrinkled and stained, like he had worn the same clothes for days. He must have been drinking non-stop since he found out about the company. The strong smell of whiskey rolled off him with every breath.“I saw the news and—” I said calmly. I picked up the bottle and poured whiskey into two glasses. The amber liquid glugged loudly and the sharp, smoky smell rose up fast, stinging my nose.“If you ever need anything, I’m here for

Julian's POV I got home so damn tired and drunk. My legs dragged like heavy weights. Every muscle in my body ached from the stress of everything falling apart in my life. I was too exhausted to chase the thief or plan any revenge. My head throbbed with a dull, constant pain.I dropped to the sofa. The leather cushions sighed under my weight and felt cool against my sweaty back. I placed my legs on the coffee table, crossed at the ankles. I threw my hands over my head and leaned back, resting my skull on the soft cushion. The faint smell of my own sweat mixed with whiskey hung thick in the quiet room. I tried to sober up by myself, alone in the silence.For the first time, anger burned in my gut because I didn’t bring a girl home to fuck my problems away to sleep. Just as that nasty thought came in, Ava’s face flashed sharp in my mind. I smiled to myself, a warm, soft feeling spread through my chest as I imagined being with her — her gentle smile, her warm skin, her soft voice saying