Claimed By The Ruthless Missing Heir

Morning sunlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Chen family estate dining room.

Preston Chen sat at the head of the long mahogany table, viciously cutting into his fried eggs. His face was still pale and drawn from the disaster of the previous day.

Emelia, wearing a soft, pink cashmere sweater, walked gracefully to his side. She placed a cup of freshly brewed black coffee near his hand.

"Dad," Emelia said, her voice dripping with sweet concern. "Please don't let my sister ruin your health. She's always been like this. You have to take care of yourself."

Davina, sitting to Preston's right, immediately dabbed at her dry eyes with a silk handkerchief. She let out a fragile sigh. "It's my fault, Preston. I must have done something to offend Charlize. I just want this family to be peaceful."

Preston slammed his fork down. The silverware clattered loudly against the porcelain plate.

"Don't blame yourself, Davina," Preston barked, his face flushing with anger. "That girl is a worthless, ungrateful menace. She is dead to me."

He reached over and patted Davina's hand. "To make up for yesterday, I'm taking you to Rodeo Drive this afternoon. You can pick out that diamond necklace you wanted."

Davina's eyes lit up with raw greed, though she quickly hid it behind a demure smile. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "Oh, Preston, you're too good to me."

Before Preston could reply, the heavy dining room doors burst open.

The elderly estate butler stumbled into the room, his face completely drained of color. He was gasping for air.

"Sir!" the butler stammered, pointing a shaking finger behind him. "The... the Velasquez family... they forced the gates!"

Preston shot up from his chair. His knee hit the table, knocking over his coffee cup. The dark liquid spilled across the pristine white tablecloth, dripping onto the floor.

The sound of synchronized, heavy footsteps echoed in the grand hallway.

Two massive men in black suits stepped into the dining room and stood on either side of the doorway.

Kavon Velasquez walked in.

He wore an immaculate, steel-gray suit. His presence sucked all the oxygen out of the room. He moved with the terrifying grace of a king inspecting a conquered village.

Behind him walked Silas, followed by four men in identical suits carrying thick leather briefcases. An elite legal team.

Emelia's breath hitched. She stared at Kavon's chiseled jaw, his broad shoulders, and the raw, dominating power radiating from him. Her heart began to pound frantically. She quickly smoothed her hair and pushed her chest out, trying to catch his eye.

Preston wiped his sweaty palms on his trousers and hurried forward, bowing slightly. "Mr. Velasquez! What an unexpected honor. How can the Chen family serve you?"

Kavon didn't look at Preston. He walked past him, went straight to the head of the table, and sat down in Preston's chair.

Silas stepped forward. He pulled a thick stack of legal documents from his briefcase and dropped them onto the table with a heavy thud.

Kavon crossed his long legs. He rested his hands on his knee, his dark eyes finally sweeping over the terrified family.

"The Velasquez Group is expanding into the Los Angeles market," Kavon said, his voice cold and flat. "We require a local strategic partner."

Preston's eyes widened in disbelief. A partnership with the Velasquez family? It was a golden ticket. It would make him a billionaire ten times over. He rubbed his hands together eagerly. "We would be incredibly honored, sir. We are at your disposal."

Kavon's lips curled into a sneer. "There is one condition for this partnership."

Emelia's heart leaped into her throat. She stepped forward, biting her lower lip, looking at Kavon through her eyelashes. A marriage alliance. It had to be. She was the only suitable daughter left in the house.

Davina gripped the edge of the table, her eyes shining with manic excitement. If her daughter married into the Velasquez family, she would be untouchable.

Preston quickly pulled Emelia forward by the arm. "Mr. Velasquez, this is my youngest daughter, Emelia. She is obedient, highly educated, and-"

Kavon's eyes shifted to Emelia.

The look in his eyes wasn't lust or interest. It was the look a man gives a cockroach before stepping on it.

"Get out of my sight," Kavon said softly.

Emelia's hopeful smile froze. The blood drained from her face. Tears of utter humiliation sprang to her eyes. She shrank back, trembling.

Kavon ignored her. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his gaze locking onto Preston like a sniper's laser.

"The woman I am going to marry," Kavon stated, his voice leaving absolutely no room for debate, "is Charlize Chen."