All Chapters of Claimed By My Father-In-Law: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~AdrienI stood beside my car, an old 1908 Ford Model T, its black body gleaming faintly under the pale afternoon sun. The vehicle looked almost out of place on the quiet street, too vintage, like something pulled straight out of another century. But that was exactly why I liked it. No one ever suspected the man standing next to a relic from the early 1900s.A thin stream of smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between my fingers.I inhaled deeply, then released the smoke slowly through my nose, my eyes fixed on the end of the road.I was waiting patiently. My target would drive in soon. She always passes around this hour, same routine, same route.I flicked a bit of ash to the pavement and leaned slightly against the side of the car, listening to the distant hum of traffic.Then, a car stopped sharply behind me. Right on cue.I dropped the cigarette to the gr

~Khira Adrien returned late the previous night like nothing unusual had happened. No explanations, no stories, just that calm expression of his that always made me wonder what kind of storm lived behind it. This night was different though. I stood in front of the mirror, staring at the woman looking back at me. For a moment, I barely recognized her. The dress hugged my body perfectly, dark and elegant, the kind of thing you only see in magazines worn by women who arrive at galas with security escorts and flashing cameras. My hair fell neatly over my shoulders, and the heels alone probably cost more than everything I used to own combined. Adrien leaned against the doorframe behind me, arms crossed. “You clean up well,” he said casually. I rolled my eyes at the mirror. “Clean up? Adrien, this looks expensive enough to pay

~Khira“Still here, my lady?”The voice came from behind me, smooth and familiar, and I recognized it instantly even before turning around. My shoulders stiffened slightly. Of course it was Alex.I turned slowly, forcing a polite smile onto my face as if nothing in the world bothered me.“I was just about to leave,” I replied, adjusting the coat resting on my shoulders while pretending I hadn’t been standing there moments ago, frozen in thought.Alex stepped closer, his sharp eyes scanning my face as though he was trying to read every little expression I failed to hide. The faint scent of his cologne reached me as he stopped a few steps away.“If you don’t mind,” he began calmly, sliding one hand into his pocket while the other adjusted his cufflinks, “I would like to borrow just ten minutes of your time.”I frowned immediately.Ten minutes.Like I had nothing better to do than entertain him.I straightened my posture and shook my head lightly. “I do mind,” I said bluntly, my smile fa

~Alex The moment I stepped out of the ballroom, the heavy doors closed behind me and the music instantly became muffled. I slowly loosened the button of my suit jacket as I walked down the marble steps at the front of the building. The lights from the event reflected off the expensive cars lined along the driveway, Bentleys, Ferraris, Rolls Royces, each one belonging to someone powerful enough to sit inside that hall tonight. But the only car I was interested in had already disappeared. Khira Laurent. I stopped near the edge of the driveway and slipped my hands into my pockets, staring toward the tall iron gates at the end of the road. The guards opened and closed them every few minutes as guests came and left, but the Lamborghini that carried her was long gone. “She left, sir.” One of my security men had approached quietly from behind, but I didn’t bother turning around. I had already noticed her absence the moment strange took her away from me, though I didn't see

~Khira“H… Hello?” I said, my voice coming out a little less steady than I would have liked.For a brief moment, there was only silence on the other end. Then a calm male voice spoke.“Good morning, Miss Laurent.”The sound of it sent a strange chill down my spine. Victor indeed.I forced myself to swallow. “Good morning,” I replied cautiously.Across from me, Adrien’s posture had already changed. He was no longer leaning casually against the chair. He had straightened slightly, his gaze locked on me, clearly trying to catch every word of the conversation.“I hope you slept well,” Victor continued.Something about the way he said it made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up.“I did,” I said slowly. “Why are you calling me?”There was a soft chuckle from the other end.“Oh, don’t sound so suspicious,” he said lightly. “I s