Claimed by the wrong leister brother
⚠️🌶️This story is intended for readers 18+. It contains dark romance themes, obsession, possessive relationships, BDSM, and morally gray characters.
“Do you actually want to see Luca because you want to forgive him? Or because some part of you regrets what happened last night, and seeing him would remind you exactly why you love him—why you can’t choose me instead.”
The words caught me off guard
I opened my mouth to say something, argue, but nothing useful came out.
“I—“
“I’m not ready to get erased so easily, Covey.”
My gaze held his intensely, and something undeniable, something hot seemed to creep in the space between us.
He leaned back further into the couch, spreading his legs like a man whore, exposing the bulge straining against his pants—utterly unbothered, like he had all night to wait for whatever I decided.
“Now, come sit on my dick while you answer that, Kitten.”
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Noah Covey has been in love with her best friend, Luca Leister, for six years. She stood beside him through every victory, and convinced herself one day he’d finally choose her.
Instead, he proposes to someone else. Now, humiliated and heartbroken.
Then Kade Leister returns.
Luca’s older brother. Six-foot, tattooed, pierced, dangerous—and back from exile with more money, more power, and one goal: revenge.
What begins as a cruel bet to ruin Noah for his brother quickly becomes something far more dangerous.
He fills her mind, and wants her all to himself
As Noah is pulled deeper into his world, she realizes she’s caught between the man who never valued her love and the one who’ll burn the world to possess it.
She fell for the wrong Leister brother.
Soon, she’ll discover it may be the best mistake she’s ever made.
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Chapter: CHAPTER 067: A TOAST TO DISASTER IINeither did I, if I was honest — but I had theories, and none of them made our parents look good. Whatever it was, I couldn’t locate the part of me that cared. They could tear each other apart. They’d had twelve years to make things right with me and chosen, every single time, not to. Now they could live with the bill. “Anyway.” I lifted my glass. “Congratulations again. Your wedding’s already produced a divorce announcement before the cake’s even cut. Impressive, even for us.” “Can you be serious for five minutes?” “Probably. Never had much reason to try.” He shook his head, but something had shifted underneath the anger now. Exhaustion, maybe. Then his gaze followed mine, unprompted, straight across the garden. Straight to Noah. And my brother, reliable as ever, found something else to be certain about. “You’re still watching her.” I took a slow sip. “Am I?” “Don’t play stupid. It doesn’t suit you.” “Neither does that tie, but here we are.” He ignored it. “Noah and I ha
Last Updated: 2026-10-12
Chapter: CHAPTER 066: A TOAST TO DISASTERKADE’S POV Fuck this family. Twelve years. They’d kept me away, because blaming me for Finn’s death had always been easier than facing whatever truth actually killed him. Two golden boys, once — Finn and Luca, twins, inseparable until one of them stopped breathing in my arms. One got buried. The other got to grow up believing his family could do no wrong. I got years of silence and a continent between us. And here they all were, playing happy family like none of it had ever happened. Fucking unbelievable. I took a glass of champagne off a passing tray and scanned the garden. Atlas was pacing again — same six feet of grass, back and forth, like a caged animal with a personal grudge against the lawn. That was his fourth glass of champagne in his other hand. At this rate he’d either get drunk enough to stop glaring at me, or sober enough to finally do something about it. He stopped pacing and looked dead at me. I raised my glass. He lifted his middle finger. Charming. He’d b
Last Updated: 2026-10-12
Chapter: CHAPTER 065: WEDDING IN RUINS IIAnd yet some stupid, inconvenient part of me had still wanted him to find me after the ceremony.To look at me.To say something.Instead, he’d vanished into the reception as though I were just another name on the guest list.Good, I told myself. You wanted distance.So why did I keep checking the entrance every time someone moved near it?Why did the thought of him deliberately avoiding me sit so wrong in my chest?“—and honestly, if they spent this much on champagne, imagine what the cake cost.”I blinked.“Sorry. What?”Quinn studied me for a second before her expression softened.“It’s okay. You don’t have to talk about it now.”I looked away before she could see the guilt crossing my face.A waiter passed with a tray of pastries.Across the garden, a cluster of guests had gathered around Luca and Rosalind, snapping photographs while Luca smiled—or tried to.Something about it looked strained, though the distance made it difficult to be certain.I’d spent six years learning the sm
Last Updated: 2026-10-11
Chapter: CHAPTER 064: WEDDING IN RUINSNOAH’S POV(The reception)“I’m telling you, Noey, I don’t even want to imagine how much this wedding cost.”“Hmm.”Quinn adjusted Micah against her chest, careful not to wake him. He was fast asleep, one small fist curled near his mouth. In her free hand, she held a champagne flute, taking the occasional sip while her eyes moved over the garden like she was pricing everything.“Look at these flowers. The chairs. The food.” She shook her head. “There are probably staff here who make more per hour than I do in a month.”I hummed, not really listening.A waiter passed behind us carrying a tray of champagne.Somewhere to my left, a woman laughed too loudly. A string quartet played beneath the white canopy. The whole garden looked like it had been lifted out of a magazine and set down intact.Everything was beautiful. Everything was expensive.And I couldn’t stop scanning the crowd for a man I had no business looking for.Which was almost funny, considering I hadn’t seen him since the ch
Last Updated: 2026-10-11
Chapter: CHAPTER 063: A PERFECT LIE IIIA bitter laugh scraped its way out of me. “Wonderful.”My mother reached for my hand. “Luca, sweetheart, please. We can talk about this later. Right now you need to go back outside. People are waiting. Rosalind is waiting for you.”Rosalind. My wife.I closed my eyes and saw her standing beside the priest, fingers trembling around her bouquet. Then the church doors opening. Kade. The stranger beside him. The fear on her face before she buried it.My eyes snapped open. “Don’t do that. Don’t tell me to go back out there and smile.”“Darling."I swallowed hard, refusing to let either of them see exactly how unsteady my hands had gotten.“I’ve spent my entire life doing exactly what this family expects of me.” The words came from somewhere I hadn’t known was still open.“And I’m tired.”I didn’t know where that had come from. Maybe it had been sitting there for years, underneath the captaincy, the interviews, every time I’d told myself being the good son was worth whatever it cost.I l
Last Updated: 2026-10-10
Chapter: CHAPTER 062: A PERFECT LIE II“Don’t you dare tell me to lower my voice.” “I’m not doing this with you.” “Of course you’re not.” Her laugh came out brittle, thin. “You never do anything with me anymore, do you? You make your decisions. And then you expect me to just stand there and accept it.” “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is it?” Another silence. I stared at the narrow gap of light between the door and the frame, my pulse starting to climb. “I’ve given you enough time,” my father said. “Time?” Her voice cracked around the word. “You want to talk about time? You chose today, Nicholas. Today. Of every single day you could have brought this into our son’s wedding—” “I’m not the one who brought it into the wedding. The paperwork was supposed to be handled privately.” “Then why is it here?” “Because I want this finished.” My stomach dropped straight through the floor. What finished? “You couldn’t even wait until Luca left for his honeymoon?” Her voice climbed, more raw now. “One day, Nicholas. On
Last Updated: 2026-10-10
TAMING HIS LITTLE DOVE
WARNING‼️: This is no sweet love story. It's a raw, dark. This is obsession, Power, Control, Pain,and the kind of pleasure that ruins you for anyone else.
"Ten million for a woman who doesn’t know her worth—until he shows her just how much it costs to please him."
Aria was just looking for her sister, Instead, she ended up bound, blindfolded, and sold at a secret black-market auction.
But Luciano De Rossi isn’t just a collector of fine things, he's the devil, and Aria is his newest obsession and his collateral for her sister’s debt.
She’s a virgin, a fighter, a woman who swears she’ll never beg.
He’s a man who loves to hear her scream
and for the next ninety days, she belongs to him.
Every inch of her. Every breath. Every orgasm.
Whether she likes it… or not.
But the deeper she falls into Lucian’s dangerous world of secrets and sin, the more her hate turns to need, and the more he burns to break her completely.
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Chapter: TOO LATE TO IGNORE IIShe watched as his face pulled instantly into silent anger. At the thought of the possibility of him not being able to lay his hands on her. Muscles worked in his jaw .“Nothing is getting past me this time, dove.” He murmured. “And no one in my way would be spared either. If she doesn’t take the bait, I will find her myself. And I will gut her. I don’t care if she can help us pull Rafael out. I am so killing that bitch.”Aria swallowed against the sheer intensity of his words and the sourness in it. Her gaze drifted to the ceiling. She turned it over in her mind—Maria’s voice at breakfast, her warm hands in Liana’s hair.She couldn’t believe she blindly trusted that.“Lucian.” She returned her gaze to him.He finally turned to look at her.“I’m sorry about Vittoria.” She held his gaze. “I didn’t know her. But I know what she did, how she fought to keep Liana breathing . And I know that you—“ Her throat moved silently, carefully choosing her words.“I know you’ve been carrying tha
Last Updated: 2026-09-02
Chapter: TOO LATE TO IGNORE(Later that night.)Aria sat on the edge of Liana’s small bed and waited, her hand moving in slow circles on the child’s back, she’d been fighting sleep for twenty minutes.Her eyes kept cracking open, checking each time, that Aria was still there, and each time Aria would press her lips together in a small smile and stay still.Hoping her eyes would fall shut again.The fourth time they didn’t reopen. Aria stayed for another minute, her hand still moving, before she carefully lifted it and rose from the bed. She crossed to the door without making a sound and pulled it shut behind her.Her eyes squeezed shut in a small exhale. Sister Maria would have been the one to do this, and Liana, despite her age had managed to notice something was off. That’s why tonight was different.Why she couldn’t sleep.She’d asked about Sister Maria but Aria wasn’t able to give her a tangible excuse.She was a child after all, would she understand that her long time nanny, that she trusted, was the one wh
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Chapter: ONCE UPON A NUN III"We both missed it." Domenico's voice scraped out of him roughly, like the words caught on the way. He wasn't looking at Lucian when he said it. He was looking at the table, at the flat of his own hands on it, the split knuckles. “So we get to carry all of that together.” Aria’s gaze dropped to her feet for a split second. This was it, what Lucian was so sure of. The brother hood they had that couldn’t be broken. She lifted her head to look at him, his eyes had changed, they held so much rage, so much that he was starting to look like Domenico and she couldn’t even blame him for it. Sister Maria?? Who would have thought. She still couldn’t wrap her head around it, but even worse she couldn’t figure out why she would hurt them like that. The room was silent for a moment… Then Lucian straightened. He pulled his shoulders back and his voice came back sharper now—because there was nowhere left for the grief to go except into action. "I guess now I have to bury that traitorous cu
Last Updated: 2026-08-17
Chapter: ONCE UPON A NUN IIThe room stilled like everyone’s breath had been sucked out all at once. Domenico’s eyes didn’t leave his brother. Lucian hadn’t made a single move, even his expression refused to change. Sister Paula did the holy trinity on herself before covering her mouth with her rosary hand. Aria’s voice shattered the stillness with a sharp gasp, like air had been knocked out from between her ribs. Lucian’s hands pressed flatly on the table, both palms, fingers spread wide and they dug into the wood. “She’s been the one feeding Rafael our movements.” Domenico continued, his voice still the same. It was unusual for him because normally he’d be blinded by rage, and his voice would be through the roof. “Our schedules, our men’s rotations and—“ He paused, swallowing hard like the next words might cost him something. “And the night Vittoria died. She knew we’d both be out of the house. She sent the tip about the northern port. She made sure—“ He gazed down to control his voice, as they were startin
Last Updated: 2026-08-10
Chapter: ONCE UPON A NUN“You’ve been at this for twenty minutes.” Aria’s voice came from the doorway behind him. Her gaze raked over him cautiously, with her shoulder rested against the frame. Lucian’s hands were buried in his pockets, his shirt still from last night, with two open buttons at the collar. His footsteps echoed silently as he crossed the villa’s main room—back and forth across the long stretch of old stone floor. Aria stepped inside fully. She had changed into a loose shirt tucked at the waist, and her hair falling down her shoulders but her eyes looked like she hadn’t closed them all night. She stood just few steps from him, her arms folded under her breasts. “Lucian.” She exhaled through her nose, already getting agitated by his repeated movements. Aria had thought all she had to worry about were his words, his jealousy that he couldn’t openly admit. How she’d live not knowing what she was to him. But the look on his face suggested that there were much bigger things to deal with than her e
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Chapter: THE LADYBIRD“And so the ladybird spread her wings for the very last time—“ Lucian’s voice echoed softly through the low light of the room, one ankle crossed over his knee and a small book open against his thigh.His collar sat open at the throat, “She flew so high the whole world fell small beneath her, and no one, not ever again, could tell her where to land.”He turned the page. Liana hadn’t closed her eyes. She lay flat on her back with her hands folded on top of the blanket, and her gaze fixed somewhere on the ceiling above her as she fought sleep while losing silently.“The lady bird looked down at all the world below her,” He continued, “And thought—at last. I’m finally free.”“Uncle.”Lucian’s gaze were still set on the book. “Mm.”“Do you think we could ever be free?” She said thoughtfully. “Like the ladybird.”Lucian finally lifted his head, his thumb held the page where it was. His eyes came up slowly from the book and rested on her. Her brows furrowed slightly in curiosity, her lips p
Last Updated: 2026-08-09
Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his
Nia, after losing the man she loved—Ares—to a sacrifice she didn’t deserve, Nia’s life ended in guilt and heartbreak. But death isn’t her escape. Instead, the Moon Goddess Selene offers her a deal: live again in the bodies of women who met tragic ends, rewrite their stories, and fill a glowing necklace with enough energy to bring Ares’s soul back.
There’s just one catch: Ares’s soul, it’s shattered, scattered across the worlds she’ll enter, hidden in the men who make her heart race and her pulse pound.
From forbidden kisses with a nobleman who knows too much, to heated nights in a warrior’s tent, and the tender touch of an artist who paints her like he’s worshiping her body, every life brings her closer to completing her mission—and losing herself to desire.
But as the necklace glows brighter, the truth becomes harder to ignore: these men aren’t just strangers. They’re pieces of Ares, tempting her to fall in love all over again.
Will Nia bring back the man she lost, or will the fragments of him in every lover leave her longing for more than one lifetime can handle?
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Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 9 His eyes beamed slightly, like she had given him the go ahead to go all out on her. Swiftly, he placed her two legs on the table And pressed her chest gently till she lay flat, her body exposed to him. Her nipples pink and hard, waiting and begging for his touch. Her wetness leaked from her entrance desperate for his cock. His hands roamed her body, like he was tracing every curve, every inch of her. He soon got on top of her, his weight pressed her down just enough to make her feel utterly overwhelmed by his scent. “You’re unlike anything I’ve ever seen, Seraphine,” he whispered, his breath warm against her ear as he pulled down his pants, freeing his hard, throbbing cock, with precum beaded on his top. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the desire of just taking her whole. But he was taking his time He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock teased sloppy entrance. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low and husky. His need for consent even drov
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Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 8 His lips crashed again hers in a needy kiss, their tongues entwined. His upper lips sucked her bottom lip softly, but needy. Nia’s hands flew to his shoulders, her fingers dug into the fabric of his shirt as the kiss deepened. Her fingers moved into his hair, tangling in his curls. His hands moved to her waist, pulling her closer as his tongue slid against hers, turning on something she hadn’t felt ever since she left Massimo. The canvas crashed to the floor as Liam scooped her up from the stool. He carried her towards his work table, and swept his arm across it, sending paintbrushes and jars of pigment tumbling to the ground. He lifted her effortlessly, her butt jiggled as he placed her on the now clear surface as his lips never left hers. “Liam,” she breathed, her voice barely audible as his hands moved to her bra, fumbling with the clasp before tossing it aside. His touch was rough but gentle at the same time, like the need to consume her but worship every inch of her.
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Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 7“You mean, naked?” She almost choked on her words, Her breath caught in her throat, Liam was a complete stranger. Connection or not, she still didn’t know the guy. “You can leave them on if you’re more comfortable,” He said, his voice steady. “I’m sorry if that sounded, erm…” The words just scattered and he couldn’t put them in place, But before he could say more, her hands moved to the hem of her coat, pulling it away from her body. He quickly turned away, and for a moment, she thought he might leave. But instead, he grabbed a piece of light silk fabric from a nearby table and approached her with slow steps. “Here,” he said, draping the fabric over her shoulders. It fell loosely down her back, barely covering her but somehow making her feel less exposed. Nia could almost smell the nervousness on him, but yet he tried to put himself together just to make her comfortable. “You can sit here,” He pointed toward the raised platform near the window, where the city lights would norm
Last Updated: 2025-03-16
Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 6“Liam Vale, I’m an artist.” He stepped closer, a polite smile played his lips as he extended a sleek black card toward her. The crisp edges brushed her fingertips like an invitation laced she knew was a bad idea. But how many bad ideas has she had, this probably wouldn’t count. “I’d like to paint you. My studio isn’t far,” he offered again, Her eyes darted back to him, while her lips parted to give him a response. But she couldn’t come up with one that wouldn’t put her in danger with him, Julien. Nia's fingers hovered near the card, trembling slightly. Something about him moved her, she was sure it wasn’t just because he’s a carbon copy of micheal. His gaze, warmth, the polite and comforting aura around him. It called to her, and his eyes begged her for a good response, or at least take the card from him. “I would..” she was cut off when an arm snaked possessively around her waist, yanking her closer. With how possessive and violently territorial it was, she knew
Last Updated: 2025-03-15
Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 5“The Elysian Art event” The moment Nia stepped into the grand, dimly lit venue, she felt the weight of every eye on her. The gallery echoed with soft conversations, champagne glasses clinking, and the quiet admiration of art. Paintings and sculptures were arranged elegantly , their creators stood proudly beside them, eager to secure a wealthy buyer when the event starts. Her gaze moved across the room, taking in the familiar environment . From Sera’s scattered memories, she could recall this was Julien’s guilty pleasure—an exclusive art pop-up event that only the elite had access to. It was held every three months, always in a big secretive location, a gathering where art was not just admired but treated like a weapon—bought, claimed, and manipulated. And Julien thrived in it. He didn’t just collect art. He consumed it. Bought pieces from struggling or promising artists only to repaint them, to reshape them, to strip them of their identity but not to make them his own He want
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Chapter: THE POSSESSIVE ARTIST AND HIS MUSE 4 “Please, I can’t. it’s too much—” Julien’s response was a low, possessive growl, his pace quickened as if her plea only fueled him further. “You can take it,” he snarled, as he leaned over her, his lips brushed against her ear as he spoke. “You’ll take everything I give you, Sera. Because you’re mine. You belong to me.” His hips snapped forward, as he drove into her with a force that made her cry out, her nails dug into the edges of the counter. But it wasn’t enough for him. Not tonight. He needed to see her, to look into her eyes as he claimed her. With a swift, almost violent motion, he flipped her onto her back, her legs instinctively wrapped around his torso as he carried her with him, and pinned her against the wall. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs, but before she could even gasp, his cock buried inside her again, thrusting into her with an intensity that left her clawing at the wall for support. “Look at me,” Julien commanded, his voice dark and demandin
Last Updated: 2025-03-13
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