All Chapters of Claimed by his obsession : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Sophia's POVFifteen years after that first rainstorm, I received a phone call that stopped my entire morning.I was at Enough's main office, reviewing quarterly reports, when Lena appeared in my doorway, her face pale."Sophia," she said. "I need you to see something."I followed her to her office, where she pulled up an email on her screen."This came through the foundation's general inbox an hour ago," she said. "From someone claiming to represent Marcus Vale."My stomach dropped. "He's still in prison.""Read it," Lena said quietly.I leaned forward, scanning the message carefully.Ms. Chen,My client Marcus Vale is being released on parole next month, having served his full minimum sentence. He wishes to arrange a meeting with you before his release, regarding information he believes you'll find valuable concerning your late parents' original research and the true extent of what was taken from your family. He states this information was never fully disclosed during the original i

Sophia's POVNobody slept that night.The estate had transformed within hours into something resembling a fortress, security personnel positioned at every entrance, cameras monitoring every angle of the property.I sat with Mei Ling in her old childhood room, unable to leave her side even after the doctors confirmed she was physically unharmed."I keep thinking about what would have happened if you hadn't found me," she said quietly, staring at the ceiling."We found you," I said firmly, squeezing her hand. "That's what matters.""But what if next time—""There won't be a next time," I interrupted gently. "We're going to make sure of that."Wei Richard, now fourteen and understanding the gravity of the situation better than we expected, sat quietly in the doorway, unable to sleep either."Can I stay in here too?" he asked. "Just tonight."I nodded, and he settled on the floor beside the bed, his presence somehow comforting to all three of us.Downstairs, Damien remained locked in stra

Sophia's POVA year passed quietly after the Hartford trial concluded, the family settling back into the steady rhythm that had defined most of our life together.Mei Ling, now twenty-one, had accepted a position at a major news outlet, specializing in investigative journalism focused on corporate accountability. She moved into a small apartment near the city, though she still visited often, especially for Sunday dinners."I interviewed another researcher last week," she told us during one such visit. "Someone whose agricultural patent was stolen decades ago. The pattern keeps revealing itself everywhere once you know how to look.""You're doing important work," I said, genuinely proud watching my daughter carry forward the family's commitment to justice in her own way.Wei Richard, now fifteen, had developed a genuine passion for astrophysics, spending hours with Richard poring over increasingly complex star charts, occasionally correcting his grandfather's older, less precise measur

Damien's POVI stared at the message for a long time."Only four people know about this plan," I said slowly. "Me, you, Elijah, and Zane.""And David and Dr. Okafor," Sophia added."That's six people," I said. "How does someone outside our circle know?"Sophia's face was pale. "Unless one of them told someone. Or unless our phones are being monitored."I felt a cold chill run through me.I called Elijah immediately, putting him on speaker."Someone knows about the meeting," I said. "Sophia just got a threat text."There was a pause on the line."That's not possible," Elijah said. "I only discussed this over secure lines. Encrypted messages.""Then how?" Sophia said."Let me check something," Elijah said. "Give me ten minutes."We waited in tense silence, Sophia pacing the small balcony.Elijah called back exactly nine minutes later."I found it," he said, his voice tight. "There's a tracker on your phone, Sophia. Someone installed spyware. It's been there for at least two weeks."Soph

Sophia's POVDamien's face had gone completely white."We need to find him," he said, already dialing another number. "Now.""Who are you calling?" I asked."The last address we have for Cole," he said. "From when he was under investigation years ago."Elijah grabbed his laptop immediately. "I can pull property records, find his current location."While Elijah worked, Damien tried Cole's number again. It rang once, then went straight to voicemail."He's not answering," Damien said, his voice tight with worry.I watched him pace the room, torn between concern for a man who had once betrayed his family and fear about what this meant for our own safety."Damien," I said carefully. "I know he hurt you before. But right now, he might be the only person who knows what's actually happening.""I know," Damien said. "That's exactly why I'm worried."Elijah looked up from his screen. "Found an address. Small apartment, registered under a different name, but it traces back to Cole through utilit