All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Father: Chapter 101 - Chapter 108

Sloane's POVThe clock on the primary executive interface displayed exactly thirty minutes past seven o'clock in the evening. Within the high-altitude master suite, the environmental control systems maintained a quiet, unchanging eighteen degrees Celsius, completely insulating our sanctuary from the dense, harmattan-laden air that hung over the capital metropolis below.I sat behind the sprawling obsidian desk, my column gown of midnight-navy silk falling in clean, unbroken lines to the white marble floor. The family emeralds rested cool and heavy against my skin, their deep green radiance reflecting the steady, silver data streams flowing across the main projection glass.Knox stood beside me, his broad-shouldered frame casting an extensive, protective shadow across the desk. His right hand rested firmly on the curve of my shoulder, his heavy palm radiating a grounded, possessive heat through the thick silk. To our left, Alexander finalized the evening operational protocols on his sl

Sloane's POVThe digital chronometer embedded in the obsidian surface of the master console chimed once, soft and resonant, marking precisely eight o'clock in the evening. Within the high-altitude sanctuary of the executive penthouse, the ambient environment remained suspended at a pristine eighteen degrees Celsius, completely indifferent to the sweeping harmattan haze that painted the capital skyline in hues of indigo and gold.I stood beside the floor-to-ceiling glass, a crystal glass of mineral water resting lightly between my fingers. The reflection of the central trading wall danced across the dark silk of my gown, mapping the flawless flow of global commodities currently clearing through our automated conduits.Knox stepped up behind me, his massive frame enveloping me in a familiar, unyielding warmth. His heavy arms slid smoothly around my waist, his broad hands resting over my abdomen as he pulled my spine firmly against his chest. The steady, deep rhythm of his breathing was

Sloane's POVThe digital chronometer embedded in the dark obsidian console updated to precisely half past eight o'clock in the evening. Within the high-altitude master penthouse suite, the climate control systems held the room at an immaculate, unwavering eighteen degrees Celsius, completely insulating our space from the thick, orange-tinted harmattan dust rising over the Abuja business district below.I sat with quiet, unbending posture behind the master desk. My column gown of liquid-navy silk drapes flawlessly around my heels, while the legendary family emeralds rest cool and heavy against my throat, reflecting the quiet silver data feeds flowing across the projection glass.Knox stood beside me, his broad-shouldered frame casting an extensive, protective shadow over the workspace. His heavy palm rested firmly on the curve of my shoulder, radiating a grounded, possessive warmth through the thick silk."The late-night trade manifests for the central corridor have locked into their b

Sloane's POVThe chronometer on the primary console clicked smoothly to nine o'clock in the evening. The internal environment of the master penthouse suite remained fixed at an immaculate eighteen degrees Celsius, completely sealed against the thick, amber-tinted harmattan haze lingering over the capital district below.I sat behind the obsidian console, my column gown of midnight-navy silk draping in unbroken, fluid lines to the marble floor. My fingers rested flat against the dark stone surface, the family emeralds glowing with a calm, cool fire against my throat. On the main projection glass, every single global distribution channel, regional maritime feed, and commercial banking node glowed in a steady, unblemished silver."The secondary encryption loops for the night cycle are fully locked, Sloane," Knox murmured, his deep baritone reverberating softly through the quiet suite as he stepped up beside my chair. His broad-shouldered frame enveloped me in a steady, grounded warmth.