Claimed By The Voss Twins

Celeste’s Pov"You signed it already."My father didn't look up from his desk. That told me everything."Celeste….""Don't." I pressed my hands flat against the wood between us because I needed something solid. "Tell me you didn't sign a contract handing me to a man I don't know."He looked up then. His expression was the one I had seen my whole life, the one that meant he had already decided and was now waiting for me to accept it. "The Ferraro deal is dead. Someone had to fix it.""Someone." I laughed. It didn't sound like me. "You mean me. I had to fix it.""You were already seen with him. The story is already out.""I was drugged, Papa.""I know that.""And you signed the contract anyway."He folded his hands. "The Voss family is more powerful than Ferraro ever was. This is not a punishment. This is an upgrade."I stared at him for a long time. Long enough to understand that there was no version of this conversation where he heard me. There never had been. I was twenty six years o

Celeste's Pov He was in the east wing office when Iris brought me to him. Not the main office he used in the mornings. The other one, the one I had only seen the door of. She knocked once and left before he answered which told me she already knew he would.He was standing at the window when I walked in. I noticed his posture was different. Looser. The version of him I had seen in the kitchen that third morning, not the one at the dinner table."Sit down," he said.I sat.He turned around and looked at me for a moment before he moved to the chair across from mine. No desk between us this time. That was different too."I want to talk about the heir clause," he said.I kept my face still. "Alright.""The thirty day window is a formality. I'm not going to hold you to a timeline." He paused. "But I need you to understand that the clause itself is not negotiable. It's the foundation of this arrangement.""I understand that.""Do you have concerns."I almost laughed. "I have several.""Tell

Celeste's Pov I watched the light for twenty minutes before I made a decision, not the corridor this time. Not standing at a gap in a door listening to half a conversation. I wanted to see clearly and I wanted to do it without being caught which meant I needed a reason to be moving through the house at ten thirty at night that wasn't suspicious.I went to the kitchen. If anyone stopped me I was getting water. Simple.Nobody stopped me.The kitchen was empty and dark and I moved through it to the window that faced the back structure. From this angle I could see the entrance. The door was closed but the light was coming through the side window in a way that meant whoever was inside was toward the back of the room not the front.Then the door opened.A man stepped out. Tall. Same build as Nico. He pulled the door shut behind him and stood in the dark for a moment doing something with his phone. The outside light caught his face for exactly three seconds before he turned and walked in th

Celeste's Pov I started paying attention to hands, not intentionally at first. But once I knew there were two of them, I needed a way to tell them apart that didn't rely on mood or tone or the way they made coffee.The scar was the obvious tell. Thin line on the left hand between thumb and index finger. I'd seen it twice. Both times in the evening. Both times on a man who moved easier, talked softer, laughed like it didn't cost him something.Eli had the scar. Nico didn't.So when the man who came down to breakfast Thursday morning poured coffee with scarred hands, I knew."Sleep better?" Eli asked."Some." I accepted the cup. Watched him move around the kitchen like he lived there. Which he did. Just not publicly."You've been quiet lately.""I have things on my mind.""Anything I can help with?"I almost laughed. He was asking if he could help with the problem of him existing."Not yet. But I'll let you know."He nodded and sat across from me. Drank his coffee and didn't push for m

Celeste's Pov I didn't sleep after Eli left, I couldn't. Too many thoughts running loops in my head. The confession. The truth. The fact that I'd been living with two men for weeks and only one of them had been honest about wanting something from me that had nothing to do with contracts.Morning came. I went downstairs expecting Eli, but found Nico instead.No scar. Different energy. He was reading the paper with coffee already made."Morning," he said without looking up."Morning."I poured my own coffee. Sat across from him. Waited to see if he'd say anything about last night. About Eli talking to me. About any of it.He didn't. Just read his paper like nothing had changed."Eli told me," I said finally.Nico set down the paper. Looked at me directly. "I know. He told me he was going to.""And you're fine with that?""Fine isn't the word I'd use. But necessary? Yes.""Why necessary?""Because you were going to figure it out anyway. Better you hear it from us than piece it together