Captured by her Daddies (Harem of Daddies Book 4), page 1
CAPTURED BY HER DADDIES
LAYLAH ROBERTS
Laylah Roberts
Captured by her Daddies
© 2023, Laylah Roberts
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CONTENTS
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List of Characters
Trigger Warnings
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Chapter 43
Chapter 44
Chapter 45
Chapter 46
Chapter 47
Chapter 48
Chapter 49
Chapter 50
Chapter 51
Chapter 52
Chapter 53
Chapter 54
Chapter 55
Chapter 56
Chapter 57
Epilogue
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BOOKS BY LAYLAH ROBERTS
Doms of Decadence
Just for You, Sir
Forever Yours, Sir
For the Love of Sir
Sinfully Yours, Sir
Make me, Sir
A Taste of Sir
To Save Sir
Sir’s Redemption
Reveal Me, Sir
Montana Daddies
Daddy Bear
Daddy’s Little Darling
Daddy’s Naughty Darling Novella
Daddy’s Sweet Girl
Daddy’s Lost Love
A Montana Daddies Christmas
Daring Daddy
Warrior Daddy
Daddy’s Angel
Heal Me, Daddy
Daddy in Cowboy Boots
A Little Christmas Cheer
Sheriff Daddy
Her Daddies’ Saving Grace
Rogue Daddy
A Little Winter Wonderland
Daddy’s Sassy Sweetheart
MC Daddies
Motorcycle Daddy
Hero Daddy
Protector Daddy
Untamed Daddy
Her Daddy’s Jewel
Fierce Daddy
Savage Daddy
Boss Daddy
Daddy Fox
A Snowy Little Christmas
Harem of Daddies
Ruled by her Daddies
Claimed by her Daddies
Stolen by her Daddies
Captured by her Daddies
Haven, Texas Series
Lila’s Loves
Laken’s Surrender
Saving Savannah
Molly’s Man
Saxon’s Soul
Mastered by Malone
How West was Won
Cole’s Mistake
Jardin’s Gamble
Romanced by the Malones
Twice the Malone
Mending a Malone
Malone’s Heart
Men of Orion
Worlds Apart
Cavan Gang
Rectify
Redemption
Redemption Valley
Audra’s Awakening
Old-Fashioned Series
An Old-Fashioned Man
Two Old-Fashioned Men
Her Old-Fashioned Husband
Her Old-Fashioned Boss
His Old-Fashioned Love
An Old-Fashioned Christmas
Bad Boys of Wildeside
Wilde
Sinclair
Luke
Standalones
Their Christmas Baby
A Cozy Little Christmas
Haley Chronicles
Ally and Jake
LIST OF CHARACTERS
Princes of Escana:
Kassim
Matek
Tavi
Aric
Alpha Team:
Caleb
Aleki
Wolfe
Beta Team:
Judd
Hux
Beck
Owen
Princes’ cousins:
Ryiad
Jonan
Derik
Trin
Jeric
Princes parents:
Isobelle
Serin
Baler
Frost
Littles:
Vivi – Alpha Team’s Little
Pippa – Princes’ Little
Alina – Cousins’ Little
Chloe– Beta Team’s Little
TRIGGER WARNINGS
Our heroine has had a hard life. There are trigger warnings for self-harm, eating disorders, and human trafficking.
PROLOGUE
The weird man was back.
Chloe didn’t like when he came to visit. He smelled funny. And he had a weird accent.
Although he was better than some of the other men. At least he didn’t yell at her . . . or worse.
She didn’t like the way her mommy acted when any of her men friends came around. She’d go into her bedroom for hours, and Chloe would have to stay quiet and hidden. It was safer that way. Then no one could hurt her.
She wouldn’t come out of her hiding place.
Even if she was hungry . . .
Even if she hurt herself . . .
She wasn’t to say a word.
Sometimes, when her mommy was in a good mood, she’d give her some candy first to help her remember to keep silent. Chloe didn’t need the candy to help her, though. Chloe rarely made noise.
She’d learned that was the only way to survive.
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Lord Jonathan Fothersam the Fourth was a narcissistic asshole who also thought he was God’s gift to . . . well . . . everyone.
He was arrogant, rich, and a jerk.
Unfortunately, he was also her boss.
“Can you believe this place?” he asked Chloe as they sat in the private plane Prince Kassim had sent to bring them to Escana.
That hadn’t sat well with Jonathan. He didn’t like when someone had something he didn’t.
They were currently reading through the information that had been supplied on Escanaian customs and laws.
It was . . . interesting.
“Can you believe they kidnap women and that it’s legal? Preposterous. And multiple men with one woman. That ought to be illegal. Obviously, they do not care about women at all.”
Like he did? He only ever saw women as a means to an end.
Chloe had to admit that the tabloids in the UK made Escana sound awful, but she’d learned not to trust what she read.
The tabloids loved Jonathan. They thought he was charming and handsome.
Idiots.
“Disgusting,” he said.
She glanced around, looking for the flight attendant. The last thing they needed was for her to overhear Jonathan, who was currently sipping some expensive bourbon. She had to make sure that he didn’t drink too much. He tended to lose control of his tongue and temper when he drank.
“Hopefully, it doesn’t take too long to convince these backward idiots to open up some trade lines. It is in their best interests.”
And his.
He wasn’t doing this out of the goodness of his heart.
“At least you were given an opportunity to meet with them,” she said.
He snorted, taking another gulp of bourbon. “Only because my father was good friends with one of their grandfathers. But I’m sure once they see how my proposal benefits them, they will agree to the terms. Nobody says no to that much money.”
She glanced around the pri
Looking over their itinerary, she saw it was a mix of meetings with heads of companies, tours of different businesses, as well as some more casual outings and dinners which Jonathan would likely hate.
“Lord Fothersam?”
He looked up with a charming smile as the flight attendant came over. “Yes, dear?”
“Can I get you anything else? We’ll be landing in twenty minutes.”
“No, we have everything we need. You sit down and rest. You have been doing such a good job of taking care of us. Has she not, Chloe?”
The flight attendant blushed and smiled.
“She has,” Chloe said, hoping that Jonathan didn’t set his sights on the young girl.
Surely, he wouldn’t. He was trying to impress the Princes, not show them his true side.
She turned back to the information they’d been given.
“They don’t just kidnap women and keep them, though,” she said after the flight attendant left. “They go through a period where they court them.”
“Don’t be naive, Chloe. It is obvious women have very little choice here. Multiple men sharing one woman? Shocking, just shocking,” he muttered.
Chloe raised an eyebrow, feeling safe to do so since he wasn’t looking her way.
She figured he wouldn’t feel that way if it was the other way around.
“It seems to work for them. From some of the reports I’ve read, the women in Escana are cherished.”
And satisfied, she was betting.
“That’s what they want you to think. The men probably have to share because they don’t have any real skills in the bedroom. It must take three or four of them to satisfy their women. Unlike British men, huh?”
She barely held back a grimace.
Gross.
Reaching out, he grasped hold of her arm.
She held herself still. Sometimes, sudden touch still startled her. However, he hated when she tried to pull away from him.
“Just remember, this is important. Do not do anything to embarrass me. We need to give these uptight pricks everything they want so they will open some trade routes with us. This is very important, understand?”
“I’m here to help in whatever way you need, Jonathan,” she murmured quietly.
“I knew I could rely on you, Chloe. You’re always so loyal, are you not?”
Right. So loyal.
“You know everything I do is with your best interests in mind,” she replied. How she managed to keep a straight face while spouting that bullshit, she had no idea.
Her acting skills knew no bounds.
An hour and a half later, they drove up to one of the most beautiful buildings she’d ever seen.
This was the palace? It was magical. Like something out of a fairy tale.
“It’s gorgeous,” she whispered.
“Rather garish, if you ask me,” Jonathan said beside her, shooting her a look.
Drat.
She stiffened. She needed to be more careful.
Jonathan was in a mood because the only person to greet them as they’d disembarked the plane had been a driver.
He was going to sulk about that slight. She swallowed, not wanting to think about the temper tantrum that could develop at any moment.
The door opened on her side and a hand appeared.
It was attached to one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen. He had blond hair that was shorter at the sides and longer on top. He smiled down at her.
“Well, hello there, darlin’,” he drawled. “Welcome to Escana.”
“Are you the welcoming committee?” she asked, smiling without thinking.
“You know, I told the Princes they should make me the welcoming committee, but they didn’t go for the idea. I think it’s because I’m too charming. And handsome.” His eyes danced. It was clear he didn’t take himself too seriously.
A throat cleared loudly behind her.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
She’d forgotten about His Lordship.
This was going to go down like a lead balloon. She pulled into herself.
The blond-haired man’s gaze slid to Jonathan. Something unreadable filled his face. What was he thinking?
“You must be Lord Fothersam,” he said easily. “Names Huxley Coalsen the Third. I’m part of your security team while you’re here. But call me Hux.”
A security team?
“Now, if you would allow me to help you out?”
She peered up at him, realizing it would seem rude if she didn’t take his hand but he really should have opened Jonathan’s door first.
Well . . . not like she had much choice now. She slipped her hand into his, nearly gasping at the feel of his warm, slightly rough skin.
Holy. Heck.
Jonathan’s skin was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Not that she made a habit of touching him . . . but sometimes these things were unavoidable.
But this guy . . . wow. Now she was imagining what it would feel like to have him touch her in other places.
Right. She had to stop. That would never happen. And the last thing she needed was for Jonathan to realize what she was thinking.
So as soon as she was out of the car, she let go of his hand quickly, moving away.
He shot her a querying look but turned to Jonathan as he got out.
“Lord Fothersam, nice to meet you.” He held out his hand and Jonathan shook it with a smile.
No one else would likely see the anger in his eyes.
“If you’d like to come this way, we just have a security briefing for you both before you meet Prince Kassim.”
“A security briefing,” Jonathan said. “I didn’t realize there would be so much red tape to get through, especially when our families are so close.”
Dear. Lord. He was close to losing it.
“Unfortunately, things have changed slightly, and we take any security threats seriously.”
“But surely I’m not considered a security threat. Or Chloe.”
“Just being cautious,” Hux said cheerfully, but there was a guarded look in his eyes. This man wasn’t all smiles and charm. “I’m sure you can understand that. It’s for your benefit as well as ours. We want to keep you all safe. That is always uppermost in Prince Kassim’s mind. Caleb, the head of his security team, makes all these calls for him.”
Oh, he was good. Very diplomatic.
“Please, follow me. Hopefully, you’ll find your suite here as good as what you’re used to in London.”
“I am sure it will be fine. This is as much about visiting with old friends as it is about business.”
And the bullshit continued.
“Your bags will be brought in, then screened by a member of my team,” Hux said.
“Screened?” Jonathan asked in a sharp voice.
Crap.
“That’s fine,” she said hastily. “We have nothing to hide.”
What about Amy the Alpaca?
Shit.
She bit at her lip. Surely, it wouldn’t be considered weird to carry around a stuffed toy. Lots of people did that, right?
Five-year-olds, not twenty-seven-year-olds.
“We’re just screening for explosives and drugs. Don’t worry. No one is going to paw through your undies.” He winked at her.
Oh dear Lord.
She had to fight hard not to blush.
“My . . . undies . . . quite.” Jonathan was barely holding back a sneer.
