Lahat ng Kabanata ng Off Limit: Claimed By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

~~~Ryder~~~Shit has been stressful as fuck lately.Ever since that armed robbery at the bank, my blood hasn’t stopped boiling. Those worthless pieces of shit dared to point guns at my woman. They made her scared. They made her bleed fear. So I handled it my way.The cops had them in custody? Cute. I made sure my men snatched them right out of the station before they could even get comfortable. Then I took them to the dungeon beneath one of my warehouses. I had their fingers cut off one by one. Then their toes. I made sure my men made them feel every single slice. After that, their useless dicks were cut and shoved them down their throats while they screamed. They were beaten until their faces were unrecognizable pulp. By the end, they were begging for death.And then I fed what was left of them to my hyenas.Those beasts were happy as hell, tearing into fresh meat like it was a feast. Yeah, call me a brutal freak. I’ll wear that title proudly. That’s the kind of punishment you get w

~~~Freya~~~The next day arrived faster than I expected. I stepped out of the sleek black car with Ryder’s hand firmly holding mine, his grip warm and possessive. Devon and Hefty bodyguards immediately surrounded us, creating a protective wall as bright camera flashes exploded from every direction. Paparazzi shouted questions, their voices overlapping in a chaotic frenzy.I kept my head slightly down, heart racing, but Ryder didn’t even flinch. He simply pulled me closer, his expression cold and detached as we walked toward the entrance of the luxurious waterfront mansion.You must be wondering what we’re doing here, right? A nervous but excited flutter in my stomach. Ryder had casually told me yesterday that I’d be attending a business gala with him tonight. I never imagined it would be like this.This was the Elite Legacy Gala — one of the most prestigious events in the city. An exclusive networking night for the city’s most powerful families, billionaires, business tycoons, celebri

~~~Ryder~~~I kept my hand firmly on Freya’s lower back as we moved through the crowd, my fingers pressing possessively into the curve of her waist. The elite business gala was in full swing — crystal chandeliers, expensive perfume, fake smiles, and old money pretending to care about charity. I normally wouldn’t waste my time on these events. If I wanted something, I’d take it. No need to stand around raising bids with a bunch of pretentious fucks.But tonight was different.I knew the Varkars would drag their asses here. After Lincoln took that bullet for Freya, I did my research. They’d all returned to Washington after years away, still carrying that enormous wealth and power. They were the only ones in this city who could even come close to matching me. So I came. And I brought my woman with me.I wanted them to see her.I wanted them to understand that Freya belonged to me.Especially since I’d found out Lincoln was starting to like her. Normally, I’d have plucked his eyes out for

~~~Lincoln~~~I knew it.Freya didn’t know Ryder was married to that woman Samantha. Just as I thought.Wow. Things just got interesting.The thought that Ryder was married never really crossed my mind until Clinton and Noah reminded me after I told them about my crush on his woman. Yeah, Samantha. Five years ago, before the Varkar family relocated to the US, even though we weren’t on good terms with Ryder, we found out he had allegedly been bound to his former business partner for some reasons no one really cared about. After that, he was with Dylan’s mother, who died a few years back. You know, Ryder’s life is pretty fucked up. He claims to dislike women but ends up being with them and then stops caring. He did the same with Samantha and Dylan’s mother. No one knows the full truth of his relationships.I had totally forgotten about it. Now that he had Freya, I was wondering if she knew about his fucked up married life. The shock on her face said it all. Wow. My cousin is such an int

~~~Freya~~~I wiped my hands on the napkin and stood up. Zoey linked arms with me as we headed to the garden.The garden was beautiful — soft lights glowing along the winding paths, flowers blooming in every color imaginable, the sweet scent of roses and jasmine hanging in the cool evening air. It felt peaceful. I ran my fingers gently over the petals of a bright red rose, admiring how soft and velvety they felt under my touch.I could see the hesitation written all over Zoey’s face. She obviously didn’t know how to bring up the matter. I chuckled softly, looking away as I touched another flower, not meeting her eyes.“You wanted to say something…” I said quietly.She cleared her throat, hesitating for a second like she was trying to find the right words. I already knew what she wanted to ask about.She finally spoke, voice a little too casual. “So… that arrogant stranger we met at the bank. The one who took a bullet for you. How is he doing?”A smile formed on my lips, still touching