Claimed By My Ex's Daddy Novels & Stories

"You'll come to the wedding, right?" "Of course." "Bring a date! You never bring dates." "I'm busy with work and Charlotte." "You're always busy. When do you make time for yourself?" "My work is for myself." She gives me a look. "Work isn't everything, Chloe. Don't wake up at fifty and realize you missed your life because you were too busy proving a point." That evening, Charlotte asks again. "When is Daddy coming?" "Next week, baby. He'll be here for your birthday."

"But what if you lose everything because of me?" "Then it would be worth it." He shot me a smile. "Well, I still don't want it coming out." "You're embarrassed because I'm much older." "No. It's because you're my ex's father and one of the richest men in the world. I don't want people thinking that I'm a gold digger." He raised a brow, "You worry too much." "No, you know how the press is." "I won't let it come out, Kenz. My father would never let it get out."

I growl out. I already have grandparents. Amazing ones who love me unconditionally. I don’t need that ex-Alpha-hole in my life at all; trying to use me or abuse me. I saw, firsthand, what his influence did to Kent. I’ve refused to see him or let him be part of my life since I was seven years old, I’m not changing that now. “We can revisit that later. I just wanted to put the bug in your ear and have you think about it.” Daddy says.

Rosa's eyes followed the pillow until it landed on the floor, she was hesitant to pick it back up for fear that he might toss it back to the ground. "Why the fuck is Mia so stupid? Is wanting to get married to my dad not enough for her. Why would she do a thing like this? Now my reputation is at stake, everything that I've worked for is going to be ruined all because that bitch can't contain her anger." "Woah, woah, woah. Hold on now. I don't think I heard that well!" Rosa let out, "your ex is getting married to your father?" Rosa said at the top of her lungs, her bewilderment clouding her thoughts.

Then again, he didn’t tell me he was the son of a billionaire either, so heaven only knows what else he isn’t telling me about. “My daddy is a good daddy.” Grace babbles on innocently. “Since you don’t have one, maybe you can call him daddy too.” My face instantly blanches and words leave my brain as I fight for a response. Memories of the other night flood my mind. Laying half naked beneath Adrian with my legs wrapped around his waist and calling him that word with a far different meaning attached to it. I don’t know what I was thinking. I can’t work here knowing Adrian lives here too. This is all just too much.

“Dad?” What? Michael is his father? Heart galloping, I alternate my gaze between Michael and Liam. “Hello, son.” Michael hums, wrapping his hand around me. “What brings you here?” Liam curses, his eyes rimmed with a red hue as he looks between Michael and me. I don’t know what to make of this! So, I’ve been fucking my ex’s dad? Well, instead of feeling guilty, what I feel is pride. Satisfaction. I bagged the bigger man, after all.

He’s beautiful in a way that feels unfair, like a storm you can’t look away from even though you know it’ll destroy you. “I’m not fighting,” I whisper, but my voice betrays me, trembling with the weight of my desire. “I just… we can’t keep doing this, Valerio. It’s wrong. You’re my Ex’s father Inlaw…” He steps closer, and I instinctively back up until my spine presses against the cool glass of the window. His lips curve into a half-smile, one that’s equal parts dangerous and devastating. “Wrong?” he murmurs, his voice dripping with challenge.

“I don't speak to nobodies.” The dismissal was surgical, absolute. He didn’t look at her. He simply took my hand, his touch, a searing brand against my wrist and pulled me toward the door. But I couldn’t leave without savoring their defeat. In a slow, deliberate movement, I turned my head back. ‘You will crawl back to me after the old man who is nearly your father's age uses you and tosses you aside or worse, kills you and accuses you of going feral as what he did to my mother. Mark my words.’

I choked out, holding my stinging cheek. But she gave me another slap, “You still dare lie to me! You think I didn't know it was Jason because his face was blurred out!? I should've believed Fiona sooner, maybe I would've killed you before you got to climb his bed...” “Enough!” My stepmother, Beatrice, Lexi's mother stepped into the living room. Though I couldn't see her clearly, I knew her face was twisted in absolute disgust. Ever since my father passed away, Beatrice had made it her life's mission to remind me that I was nothing but an unwanted burden.

I gasped. I was… I did. Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording app. I let out a deep breath the moment I saw a new audio file saved. I hit play. "Oh… Tito Damien… Damien! Faster! Please! Daddy!" My jaw dropped. The phone slipped from my fingers. “Fuck! Mica!” I cursed at myself. I slept with him. With my ex-boyfriend’s father. It was real. I thought maybe it was just a dream.