CLAIMED BY BOYFRIEND'S EX-STEPFATHER

CHAPTER 9 FAMILY RING

Evander hugged Callista from behind, one hand squeezing her breast, while the other hand touched between her thighs.

This spooning position made Callista feel pampered, she tilted her face, kissing Evander's lips to hold back her increasingly loud moans.

“You still won't be honest?” Evander pulled the blanket and dropped his body to the side. He was satisfied with touching his favorite young woman.

“I'm not jealous,” Callista replied, still breathing heavily, rejecting Evander's words even though she herself didn't understand what she was feeling now.

“Then I won't stop touching you.”

Callista clicked her tongue. “Why are you so arrogant, Evander? You know, you're disgusting, you've touched Sabine with your mouth and your fingers.”

“And now you're touching me for no good reason.” Callista put her torn clothes back on.

“Make love to whoever you want, Evander. I don't care about your relationship with those women. I just want to go back to my mansion now.” Callista was about to get out of bed, but Evander held her hand.

The man sat down and hugged Callista tightly. His broad chest and seductive soft hair made Callista feel nervous. To be honest, she liked men like Evander, and now she regretted falling in love with Lucas, who was not as authoritative as this man.

“Marry me,” said Evander.

Callista was shocked; she thought he was joking.

“Marry me, Callista. I’ve told Sabine she must respect you just as she obeys me.”

“Don't joke around, Evander. I can't possibly marry a man who is the same age as my father—”

“Your father is older than me, dear. Besides, what does the age difference matter?” asked Evander as he stretched his arms around her and kissed Callista's cheek softly several times.

“You're so beautiful, my dear,” he praised incessantly. “I want you so badly. Isn't all this enough for you? Do you need more proof to believe in me?”

Callista sighed, pushing Evander away completely and moving away from the bed. “Your demands are too much, Evander. I think you're just being impulsive.”

“We have s*x too often, so you think our relationship is perfect, when in fact we do this out of mutual need... maybe even coercion. So, please remember one thing, I am willing to have you by my side because I know... you are keeping the Evans family secret. That's all,” said Callista before going to the bathroom.

Evander didn't say anything. Callista's words were enough to explain that she had rejected him. The man chuckled softly, feeling nothing, only regret that he hadn't asked the girl to marry him from the start.

It was understandable that Callista said she couldn't marry a man who was so much older than her. And unfortunately, now Evander felt like a predator of young girls.

***

Callista sat silently in her room, growing tired of being trapped in this situation—as Evander's s*x slave. Whenever the man wanted her, Callista had to be ready, and foolishly, she didn't refuse, nor did she get angry or rebel.

The clock showed that it was already ten o'clock at night. The dinner provided on the table had not been touched at all by Callista, even though she had felt hungry after having s*x for the fifth time.

The door opened again, Evander came in carrying a briefcase in his hand. “I thought you were asleep.”

Callista sighed. “What is it? Do you want me to spread my legs wider?”

Evander laughed softly. “Do it if you're willing, honey.” The man kissed Callista's lips briefly, then sat down next to her and opened the briefcase.

“I got a report from the police. The perpetrator is reluctant to confess and is difficult to interrogate because his mouth is split from being beaten by my aides,” said Evander, showing a photo of the long-faced man who had confronted Callista yesterday afternoon.

The woman was shocked, her eyes widening. “Is this real? This is terrible.”

“Do you think the police would falsify what I asked for?” Evander opened the next document, which was a photo of Callista's car after it was abandoned with broken windows and severely damaged doors.

“The police found this ring in your car, but I'm not sure if it's yours,” Evander said again, showing her a photo of a black ring with sapphire stones encircling the entire band.

Callista stared, surprised to find the ring in her car. She wanted to tell the truth, but seeing the situation now, she knew Evander wasn't the kind of person who would just wait quietly for a decision. Callista chose to remain silent and pretend she didn't know anything.

“That ring is mine,” Callista said finally.

Evander raised an eyebrow. “Really? I've never seen you wear it.”

“I haven't worn it since my relationship with Lucas ended.”

“Did he give you this ring?”

Callista sighed again, trying to think of the right answer. "We bought it at the same store. There are sweet memories in that ring. So, you better just throw it away. I don't want to see it anymore."

Evander knew Callista was hiding something.

“Is there anything else you want to talk to me about? I'm hungry and want to eat, but I don't want you here,” Callista said.

Evander nodded, ultimately choosing to trust the woman's words even though he doubted them a little. “You're sure about what you're saying, right? I'll report to the police that you're a victim.”

Callista nodded. “I am a victim. Ask your aide yourself, and you yourself forbade me from leaving this house because you were worried.”

Evander kissed Callista's cheek once more, then left the room. The sound of the key turning made Callista feel annoyed because she had no choice but to remain a prisoner in this luxurious room.

“But it's better for me to stay here than at the mansion, isn't it?” Callista muttered.

“Wouldn't it be more dangerous for me to be outside alone?”

The black ring with the sapphire stone—Callista wasn't lying when she said she knew the truth about the ring, but she deliberately lied by saying it was hers.

In reality, the ring was an Evans family heirloom; all family members had one, and about a year ago, Lucas had given it to Callista as proof that she had truly been accepted into the family.

“Why did Lucas and his family want to harm me? Were they not satisfied with taking me away and humiliating me?”

“Or did they feel remorse?”

Callista shook her head slowly. It didn't make sense that the Evans family would regret their actions just because of her status as the daughter of the Turner family. But if that was the case, now was the perfect time to take revenge, and use Evander as a tool to make the Evans family even more afraid.

“Wait...” Callista thought of something. “If Evander was once Viviane's husband, did he marry her to find out something from her?”

"Evander said the Evans family had something to do with my stepmother's death. Then... my daddy should know about this too, right?"

Callista looked to her right and left, her attention immediately drawn to the cabinet at the end of the room. The cabinet had many drawers, each side covered with mirrored glass.

“The news portal may be hiding Evander's identity, but maybe I can find another truth about him here...”