CLAIMED BY BOYFRIEND'S EX-STEPFATHER

“I can't continue this relationship,” Lucas said to Callista in a loud voice in front of his entire family, which of course shocked them all. Callista stood up from the sofa, her eyes wide in disbelief. “What do you mean?” “I won’t marry you, Callista. Isn’t what I said clear enough for you?” “But why?” Lucas sighed, staring at the open door as if waiting for someone to come in. Yes, Viviane appeared after leaving a few minutes ago to pick someone up. She came with a beautiful woman who looked very elegant. Everyone in the room was mesmerized by her. She was Issera D'Arc, a famous model who often appeared at famous fashion events. “Callista, let me introduce you to Issera D'Arc. You must have seen her on television many times, right? But that's not what I want to say,” said Viviane. Issera smiled condescendingly at Callista, her eyes looking Callista up and down with a disgusted gaze. “Issera is getting married to Lucas next week,” Viviane continued. There was no rain outside, but the rumble of thunder felt like it was striking Callista's heart and mind. The woman's legs trembled, her eyes began to well up. “What do you mean?” Callista still refused to understand what was happening. Lucas stepped forward and possessively wrapped his arm around Issera's waist. "My mother was right, Issera and I are getting married next week. The good news is, Issera is pregnant now." “You cheated on me?” Callista asked. “I didn't intend to, but after thinking about it, I never saw a beautiful future with you,” said Lucas. “Callista, dear,” Viviane approached Callista, her hand stroking Callista's slightly messy hair. “We're just being realistic. Lucas is the heir to this family, and we need a woman who can accompany him not only as a wife but also as a business partner.” “You don't need to doubt Issera anymore, because she is a model, her name is revered, and she will certainly bring many benefits to our fashion business,” said Issera, then called her bodyguards. “Please take Miss Callista back to her small studio apartment. It seems she already understands that her position will never be equal to that of this family,” Viviane said to her two bodyguards. The two large men grabbed Callista's right and left arms and were about to take her away, but Callista resisted. Although she showed no anger or tears, the expression on her face was enough to show that she was very disappointed. “You don't need to take me,” said Callista. “Ah, that's good then. You are very kind, Callista. You are well aware that a poor girl like you will never have the opportunity to enjoy the facilities that our family has,” said Viviane. “Callista, don't reject my mother's kindness,” said Lucas. “We've been kind and want to make sure you get home safely. Can't you see our concern at all?” “It's okay, Lucas. Uneducated people never know how to be grateful,” said Issera. “During the two years you've been together, she's gotten a lot of luxurious things from you, right? Does she intend to return it all? Or just leave and sell everything?” Issera laughed, while Viviane held her back. No one in the house defended Callista, instead looking at her with strange expressions. Callista had never told anyone about herself. Her boyfriend's family knew her as a poor girl who worked part-time at a minimarket. Callista was considered to be living like a princess since becoming Lucas' girlfriend. “Thank you for accepting me into this house,” said Callista after holding back for a long time. “Lucas, I love you,” she said sincerely. “Mrs. Viviane, I'm sorry for not being good enough for this family.” “And Issera, congratulations on your pregnancy. I'm happy for you.” It sounded like small talk, but Callista was just trying not to appear weak in front of everyone. She turned around and walked slowly, even though her legs felt very tired for no reason. When she arrived at the door, she turned and said, “I'll come to your wedding next week.” “No need to bother, Callista. My party will be attended by business people from various countries, I'm afraid you won't be able to fit in there,” said Lucas. Issera and Viviane's laughter echoed through the room, along with the mocking stares of the people there. Callista couldn't take it anymore, but crying would only make her look pathetic. Callista ran quickly to the gate, then stopped a taxi passing by at the end of the road. “Take me to the nearest bar,” she said to the driver. The taxi drove off, the driver occasionally glancing back at Callista. The driver wondered how a woman dressed so simply could live in this luxurious complex in London. When they arrived at the bar, Callista paid the driver, then got out without saying a word. Her mind was suddenly blank, but her eyes lit up when she saw the bar's neon lights flashing before her eyes. It had been a long time since Callista had visited this place. But maybe a glass of wine and all the intoxicating drinks inside could heal her heartache, even if only for a moment. “Tequila shots,” she asked the bartender. The drinks were served in front of Callista, not just one or two glasses. Callista ordered them repeatedly, even mixing them with other drinks without hesitation. Callista's head began to spin, her chest felt warm and her heart was pounding, but she didn't give up. Maybe she would finish all the tequila in this bar in one night if she could. “Can I sit here?” someone asked. Callista opened her eyes and vaguely saw the face of a man sitting next to her. His face was not very clear, but his voice sounded like an echo that slightly sobered Callista up from her drunkenness. “Do you want to sleep with me?” Callista smiled. “You're drunk, miss,” said the man. Callista laughed, her index finger pressing boldly against the man's cheek. “Are you afraid you won't be able to satisfy a stranger like me? I can even make you fly and find it difficult to forget me.” The man didn't respond, assuming Callista was just bragging because she was unbearably drunk. However, what happened next almost made the man choke on his vodka. Callista got off her chair, hugged him from the side, then kissed his cheek and neck with very seductive movements. “Are you sure you don't want to sleep with me? Keep me company tonight, sir. I'm heartbroken,” Callista said sadly. The man sighed, turned his head and looked into Callista's eyes, which were almost blurry, her thick, sexy lips and the scent of perfume that was quite expensive for a woman with a simple appearance like her. Callista looked mysterious and attractive. The man got up from his seat and carried Callista on his shoulders to take her to a room on the third floor. Two men dressed in black greeted them at the front of the hallway. “Good evening, Mr. Evander.” “Clear the hallway, no guests allowed. Tonight will be mine,” said the man named Evander. He didn't want to be disturbed by the arrival of guests who wanted to satisfy their desires. Evander wanted the woman who offered her body to him without any other voices interfering in his business. One by one, their clothes were removed, along with passionate kisses and soft moans that slowly filled the room. Evander spread Callista's legs, thrusting hard, causing Callista's body to shake violently. Callista's entire body was covered by his greedy mouth, leaving red marks everywhere, until Callista had no chance to lead this lovemaking. “Ahh... Sir, deeper.” Callista begged. Evander was so excited, his lips worshipping the strange woman in front of him incessantly, as if the pleasure he so desired could only be found in her. Callista laughed softly, kissing Evander's lips as she said, “You slept with another woman, so I will repay you, Lucas Evans.” For a moment, Evander was shocked, but he couldn't stop this pleasure just like that. A minute later, their bodies tensed, along with the fluids that came out of their bodies. “Who is Lucas Evans?” Evander whispered. With labored breath, Callista answered, “The bastard who abandoned me.” Evander’s eyes flashed with anger. “You’ve found the right person to avenge yourself, Miss.”