All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Father: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Sloane's POVThe Grand Plaza Hotel’s grand ballroom was a masterclass in opulent, old-money luxury. Towering crystal chandeliers cascaded from the gold-leaf ceiling, scattering thousands of brilliant, diamond-like shards of light across a sea of high-society elites. The air was thick with the scent of expensive white lilies, premium French champagne, and the suffocating aroma of absolute wealth. Hundreds of politicians, media tycoons, and old-money matriarchs mingled in tailored tuxedos and custom silk gowns, their hushed conversations creating a rhythmic hum of corporate power.The massive double doors of the ballroom slid open, and the rhythmic hum instantly died.A heavy, profound silence rippled through the crowd as Knox and I stepped onto the grand marble staircase.I looked magnificent. I wore a minimalist, form-fitting black silk gown that cascaded down my frame like liquid midnight, featuring a daring thigh-high slit that exposed my shapely legs with every step. But the t

Sloane's POVThe double glass doors of the executive suite slid open, and the frantic, buzzing energy of the corporate world faded into the background. It was late Tuesday evening, twenty-four hours after the charity gala, and my new office was immaculate. Stacked neatly on my desk were the newly restructured legal agreements for the Hartley Global asset portfolios—agreements that completely stripped Finn’s former division of its independent funding and consolidated all financial power directly under my terminal.I stood by the wrap-around windows, looking out at the city lights, a glass of chilled white wine resting in my hand.A soft, familiar click echoed through the room as the private connecting door to Knox’s office opened. I didn't turn around immediately, savoring the heavy, suffocating warmth that always flooded the space the moment he entered. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, and carried the heavy weight of total authority."You're working late, Chief Restructuring O

Sloane's POVThe air inside the grand ballroom of the Metropolitan Club was thick with the scent of old money, vintage wine, and brewing scandal. It was Thursday evening, two weeks after the corporate audit, and Knox had orchestrated an exclusive, high-society dinner party to officially announce our engagement to the core families of the elite circle.I stood near the grand ivory fireplace, wearing a minimalist, form-fitting emerald satin gown that perfectly complemented the massive diamond engagement ring gleaming on my left hand. My hair fell in soft, loose waves over my shoulders, and my scarlet lips were curved into a calm, confident expression of absolute dominance."She looks like a common gold-digger who used the son to get to the father's checkbook."A sharp, venomous whisper drifted over from the adjacent cocktail table. I didn't even blink. I turned my head slowly, my eyes locking onto a group of older, old-money matriarchs who were glaring at me over their crystal glass

Sloane's POVThe executive boardroom of Hartley Global was silent as the core committee members finalized the signatures on the new structural trust amendments. It was Monday afternoon, three weeks after the charity gala, and the transition of power was officially complete. I sat at Knox’s right hand, my minimalist cream designer suit emphasizing my sharp, confident posture, my scarlet lips curved into a neutral line of absolute success."The trust modifications are legally binding as of three o'clock, Miss Mercer," the chief legal counsel stated, bowing his head respectfully as he handed me the leather-bound folder. "You now hold sole administrative authority over the Hartley foundation assets.""Thank you, counselor," I said, my voice smooth, slow, and carrying a deadly edge of total authority. "You may excuse yourselves."The attorneys hurriedly gathered their files and exited the room, leaving Knox and me alone in the sprawling space. The afternoon sun cast long, golden shado

Sloane's POVThe heavy oak doors of the private executive suite closed behind the chief legal counsel, leaving the sprawling office completely silent. The evening sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the financial district into a brilliant, neon-lit grid of corporate absolute power.I stood by the wrap-around glass walls, a crystal glass of premium champagne resting in my manicured hands, my massive diamond engagement ring catching the reflection of the city lights.A soft, familiar warmth flooded the room as Knox approached from behind. His footsteps were slow, deliberate, and carried the heavy weight of total authority. He slid his large, strong hands smoothly around my waist, pulling my back flush against his broad, powerful chest, his alpha heat radiating through my minimalist silk dress."It's completely over, Sloane," Knox murmured, his deep, velvety baritone vibrating clearly against my ear, his lips brushing against my neck with a fierce, lingering warmth. "The federa