All Chapters of Off Limit: Claimed By My Ex-fiance's Step-dad : Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

~~~Freya~~~I swallowed hard, my voice barely above a whisper. “Samantha?”“Yes,” she replied calmly, offering a small smile. “Samantha. Or you can call me Sam.”Zoey, who was still fuming beside me, let out a sharp, sarcastic laugh. Her brain hasn't snapped yet that Samantha is also the name of Ryder's new so-called wife. Could it be her. “Oh, Samantha. Or Sam. Whatever the hell you want to be called today,” she snapped, stepping forward with her hands on her hips. “Are you blind or just plain stupid? You came speeding like a madwoman and nearly turned my friend into a hood ornament! You could’ve killed her, you reckless witch!”Samantha’s expression didn’t soften. Instead, she tilted her head slightly, looking Zoey up and down with cool indifference. “It’s not my fault she was standing so close to the road like a lunatic. Maybe next time she’ll pay attention to her surroundings instead of gossiping on the sidewalk. Honestly, if I had actually hit her, it would’ve been her own damn p

~~~Ryder~~~I had dropped Freya off at Zoey’s place this morning and was now on my way to pick her up that afternoon. As I drove down the estate expressway, I spotted her and Zoey standing in the middle of the road, chatting away. She looked so happy — smiling, laughing, completely at ease. It warmed something deep in my chest, especially after the little fight we had recently. I loved seeing her like that.Instead of interrupting immediately, I parked my Bentley a good distance away at the corner of the road. I’d let her enjoy her time with Zoey a little longer.Then, without warning, a car came speeding past me like a damn missile. I recognized it instantly. Samantha’s car. My jaw clenched so hard it ached. That bitch. I knew exactly where she was heading.My heart shot to my throat. Pure fury exploded through my veins, hot and violent. Fuck that bitch. She was really trying to kill Freya.I started the engine, ready to floor it, when I saw her car barreling straight toward Freya. B

~~~Freya~~~If you had told me yesterday morning that Ryder and I would end up fucking each other like this after our fight, I'd say it's a lie with the shocking revelation i had.I had playfully told him I don't sleep with married men and here I am getting fucked by one.I'm not sure there's anything that can separate us. He might not admit it, but I know he loves me a lot. The way he cares for me and all already show it. The first day I met him, I never knew we'd end up being this close and won't be able to live without each other. Either way, I'm lucky to have him in my life. Also, he gives the best fuck. Jesus!He stood up, his eyes burning with raw hunger as he looked at my naked, flushed body. Without saying a word, he scooped me off the countertop, his strong arms lifting me effortlessly. He turned me around so I was facing the large bathroom mirror, my palms pressed flat against the cool marble surface. My heavy breasts hung down, nipples tight and aching, and my ass was pushe

~~~Zoey~~~I walked into the café just to grab a quick iced latte and a sandwich. I’d been running errands all morning and my stomach was screaming at me. The last thing I expected was some crazy shit to go down.Then I heard it.“Babe! Sweetheart! Come over here!”I froze mid-step. What the fuck? I turned around slowly and there was Lincoln — that annoying, rich rockstar dude — waving at me like I was his baby. My brain short-circuited for a second. Shocked? Yeah. Confused as hell? Absolutely. But lowkey… it kinda felt good hearing him call me babe like that in public. Still, what the actual fuck was going on?I noticed the girl sitting across from him, all dolled up, clearly on a date. Probably a blind date I guessed. I wasn’t stupid. So I played along for the moment, letting him drag me over and wrap his arm around my waist.When he introduced me as his girlfriend, I went with it and gave my name. The girl’s face dropped, and she stormed off like someone had slapped her. Good ridd

~~~Zoey~~~ I still felt a warm flutter in my chest from the way Lincoln had looked at me back at the spa. The way he said I looked breathtaking… it actually felt good. Really good. But of course, I pretended like I didn’t care, rolling my eyes and throwing a sarcastic comment at him. No way was I about to let him see that his compliment got to me. If someone had told me yesterday that today I’d be dressed up like this, heading to meet a guy’s family as his fake fiancée, I would’ve argued with them till death. Hell, I probably would’ve laughed in their face. But here I was. And lowkey… I was enjoying it more than I wanted to admit. My palms were sweaty as hell. I kept wiping them on the side of the dress, trying not to ruin the expensive fabric. I was nervous as fuck. Even though I knew this whole thing was fake, it felt real in my head. Like I was actually going to meet my boyfriend’s parents for the first time. I genuinely wanted them to like me. I wanted to impress them. I wanted