Claimed By The Ruthless Missing Heir

Chapter 5

Word Count: 762 | Released on: 13/05/2026

silently down the garage ramp, sto

assistant, stepped out. He moved with the quiet efficienc

s lower lip. Silas's body tensed instantly. His hand moved towa

n his index and middle finger

as's movement

at didn't reach his eyes. "Cash this, Silas," he o

inted on the top left corner. Charlize Chen. A flicker of profo

ack seat of the Maybach. He reached up an

on commanded, his voice turning to ice. "Every debt, every secr

oor, got behind the wheel, and the Mayb

use overlooking the glowing skyline

ding straight for the marble wet bar. She grabbed a c

and swallowed the burn

kiss. She reached up, her fingers lightly touching her swollen lower lip. T

he glass down on t

hat kind of physical presence and technical skill didn't ju

in front of a heavy oak door. She unlock

button under the rim, and a secret compartment slid open

life, scanning her retina and requ

network she had built from the ground up,

ss the keyboard. She

hit

seconds later, the screen went completely black.

LEVEL: SSS. ACCESS DENIE

hump. Her clearance level was at the absolute top

d satellite phone off he

e said the second

s sharp voice came thro

etwork. Break through the firewall on a man

ound of rapid typing echoed through the p

he firewall protecting his data is military-grade. If I push any harder, I'l

he phone tighter.

quez family. He went missing twelve years ago. He just returned to the coun

d back in her leather chair, staring

sing. Military-g

ked at her in the smoke. The way

just an arrogant billionaire. He was a pred

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“My father was marrying a gold-digger, the mother of my cheating ex-boyfriend. To end the charade, I crashed their luxury wedding with a ten-foot funeral wreath. In front of hundreds of elites, my father slapped me across the face, calling me a vicious bitch while his new wife smiled in victory. I triggered the estate's fire system to ruin them, but a terrifying stranger in the VIP section bypassed my military-grade hack in seconds. He was Kavon Velasquez, a dangerous billionaire heir who had been missing for twelve years. Instead of exposing me, he shielded me from my father's second blow. When my pathetic ex tried to drag me away, I grabbed Kavon and kissed him to humiliate my ex. I shoved a $500,000 check into Kavon's pocket as hush money and left. I thought that was the end of it. But why did this apex predator move into the penthouse right next to mine at 2 AM? Why did he violently crush my ex's face the next morning just for grabbing my arm? "She is my woman. If you ever come within ten feet of her again, I will bury you." I didn't understand why a man with lethal skills was suddenly hunting me. Then I found out he had just blackmailed my father with undeniable proof of corporate money laundering. His demand wasn't money. It was me. He ordered my father to announce our engagement by tomorrow sunset, and this dangerous game officially began.”