All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex-Boyfriend's Dad : Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

Lana’s POV The video had been playing for hours. I couldn’t stop it, and Blue didn’t try anymore. She just sat beside me in the booth, her drink untouched, scrolling through comments with her jaw clenched. “Turn it off, L,” she said for the fifth time, softer now. “You’re torturing yourself.” I didn’t answer. Everything still felt unreal to me. When? How? Why? I felt my hand burning like the phone was about to melt into my hands but I didn't care. I kept holding it still, fixing my already swollen eyes on the movement of both bodies moving in one rhythm as he kept thrusting and thrusting. And yes It was me. And it was him. My boyfriend. Something that was supposed to be private. Intimate. Something no one was ever supposed to see only him. Now, it was everywhere. I watched myself over and over on the phone like I was staring at a stranger with my breath trembling midway while he thrusted, and every little moan I gave out showed I was enjoying it. I didn't know how I was a

I woke up the next morning with my head pounding. I was lying alone in the bed, the sheets smooth beside me as if no one ever touched them. The chair by the window was empty now, with his jacket gone. For a long time, I just stared at the city outside the buildings, sharp and distant - like they belong to someone else’s life. The events of the night before blur in my mind - half dream, half memory. Then I saw it. A folded piece of paper on the nightstand - cream-colored, his handwriting boldly written on it - dark and deliberate. You owe me for last night. My office. 9 a.m. A chauffeur is waiting downstairs. Adrian. I sat there, the note trembling between my fingers. The scent of him still lingered in the air cedar, smoke, and something dangerous. And for reasons I couldn’t name, the regret in my chest felt heavier than the guilt as flashes from last night started flowing in. The first thing I did after reading the note was freeze. The paper suddenly felt too heavy in my ha

The elevator doors slid shut, sealing me inside a box with silence. My reflection stared back - pale, tired, and nothing like the girl I used to be. I hated how small I looked, how the shadows under my eyes had become permanent, how every breath carried the weight of that damned video. Adrian’s voice still echoed somewhere inside my chest. Go home, Lana. He’d said it like an order, not a suggestion - but with that deep, measured tone that didn’t invite argument. It left a taste in my mouth I couldn’t name - part resentment, part something far too dangerous to admit. As the elevator descended, I tried to steady my hands, but they wouldn’t stop trembling. I could still feel the ghost of his presence, the scent of cedar and spice clinging to me like a second skin. Even the sound of the elevator felt too close, too intimate, like I was trapped inside a memory I hadn’t meant to keep. When the elevator’s door opened at the lobby, I was hit by the harsh brightness of the lobby with all

Lana's POV “I'd say this and say it once Lana” his voice had become unusually deep making me swallow hard on my spit.“The only person you should worry about his opinion is ME!!!”He moved closer still composed as usual “I don't care what they think of you. And I will make sure I handle the idiot who called you a slut. Because do you know why?” He kept moving forward.I shook my head to indicate I didn't know why. But my eyes focused on the fire burning mercilessly in his eye.A promise of something. Not warm . Not kind.But cold.More like punishment to every one deserving of it including me.At this point I could swear that my pants were soaked.No, not soaked.They were fucking ruined.My chest heaved. I couldn't even move my legs. His scent had evaded my space and even crawled up my spine sending hot waves down my legs making my pussy clench so fucking hard like it was begging for a dick I hadn't even seen yet.It was like he could sense it. Or even smell it because he walked