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152: Walk Away If You Dare.
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Claimed By The Tyrant Brother 154:
Delilah’s POV Immediately Naomi stepped out to prepare my shower, my phone buzzed and I reached for it, half-expecting to see his name again. But it wasn’t Thorne. It was Aunt Vivian. My stomach clenched. I hadn’t spoken to her in weeks after our argument. Vivian practically raised me after Mom died, and she always knew when something was wrong. I hesitated, then swiped to answer. “Aunt Viv?” Her voice came trembling through the line, soft but anxious. “Oh, sweetheart… finally. I’ve been so worried. You sound—Delilah, are you crying?” The dam broke. “Aunt… oh God, I messed up.” My throat closed. I tried to swallow, but my voice cracked. “You were right. You were right about everything.” “Right?” she repeated gently. “About what, baby?” Tears spilled before I could stop them. “About Thorne. About him knowing my mom. He didn’t just know her, Aunt Viv. He—he killed her.” There was a sharp inhale on the other end. “What?!” “I found out two nights ago. He confessed.”
Claimed By The Tyrant Brother 153: Survive Anything.
Delilah’s POV The drive to her apartment felt like punishment because every mile between me and him was another reminder of what I’d lost, and what I’d recklessly chosen. The city lights eventually bled into the horizon, but I barely noticed. My eyes were too swollen, my thoughts too loud to think about any damn thing At this rate, I'm going to go insane. But what can I do? I really needed to talk to someone, to get this out of my chest. Worse, deep down, I was expecting him to chase me. But he was nowhere in sight. By the time I pulled up to Naomi’s apartment building, the sky was darker. The streets were quiet and I sat there for a long minute, engine humming, staring blankly at the door I was supposed to walk through. I should’ve felt free. Instead, I felt hollow. My chest ached, my throat burned, and pride—stupid, stubborn pride—was the only thing keeping me from turning back. I shouldn’t have left him like that. I shouldn’t have walked away. But if I hadn’t, I’d still b
Claimed By The Tyrant Brother 152: Walk Away If You Dare.
Delilah’s POV I was done in minutes. I didn't have to take much. And I certainly didn't have time to think. Am I making the right decision? Yes, of course, I just needed to go see her. It's not like I'm leaving forever. I threw my suitcase into the passenger seat, started the engine, and gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. I needed space. That was the plan. But as I backed out of the driveway, headlights exploded in front of me, blinding me for a second. My heart dropped when I recognized the sleek black car screeching sideways, blocking the exit. My car jolted to a stop as the engine sputtered. My pulse thundered furiously. “No. No, no, no—” I whispered, slamming my hands against the steering wheel. “Are you kidding me?” The driver’s door opened and he stepped out with an inscrutable expression. He was dressed in Dark jeans, black shirt, sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hair was a mess, his eyes wild, his jaw clenched like he’d driven straight ou
Claimed By The Tyrant Brother 151: Reunion.
TWO DAYS LATER Delilah’s POV Two days. That’s how long it’s been since the world ended for me. I hadn’t slept well. I'd barely eaten. My phone had been ringing nonstop, his name flashing across the screen every hour, but I couldn’t bring myself to answer. I'm still wrecked by everything. Fuck.. it's so hard for me to let this go. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother’s smile. Then the fire. Then Thorne’s face. The man I loved, the man who’d once been my safe place, was the same one who destroyed everything I held sacred. So, I just… stayed here in my villa. My reflection looked like a ghost in the mirror. My eyes swollen and my hair a mess. I’d been wearing the same T-shirt for two days. Even the moonlight spilling through the blinds felt like an intrusion. I tried reading, you know. Or watching something but I still felt miserable. It was easy to heal from Caleb's betrayal, so why is this one different??? God, I hated that I still heard him or that I still missed him
Claimed By The Tyrant Brother 150: Free.
Naomi’s POV There's no way Dean would've survived that fall. But, still I have to check it out. My heart wouldn’t stop pounding as I stumbled down the stairs, clutching the rail with shaking hands. Every breath burned, my whole body trembling with leftover adrenaline. When I reached the backyard, my heart thundered painfully. I turned toward where he’d fallen, every step heavier than the last. Please, God… let him be gone. I forced myself forward, peering over the edge. And there he was. Bloody Dean. He was sprawled motionless on the cold pavement, neck at an odd angle, blood pooling beneath him. My knees buckled in relief. I sank down right there, whispering through the tightness in my throat. “That’s for you, Jules.” Oh Lord… it’s over. It’s over. Tears stung my eyes. For the first time in what felt like forever, the world was quiet. I can now move on peacefully. No maltreatment, abuse or cruelty. “I’m free,” I whispered. “I’m finally free.” I could go home now, back t
Claimed By The Tyrant Brother 149: Over The Edge.
Naomi POV >>BALI (NIGHT)I woke up with a jolt, my heart racing.For a second, I couldn’t tell if I’d dreamed it, the sound that tore me out of sleep. Then it came again, it was like a slow, careful creak.It was like someone was in the house!But…that's not possible, is it? Was it Francine??My breath snagged in my throat. I lay there, frozen, eyes locked on the dark ceiling. Maybe I was imagining it. God, I had to be imagining it. Being with Dean did this to people, honestly. It turned you into a twitching mess, afraid of even your own shadow. He crawled under your skin and stayed there, whispering even when he wasn’t around.The floor creaked again and I sat up, my heart pounding like it wanted to tear out of my chest. The room looked normal, the couch, the empty bottles, the half-packed bag on the table— nothing out of place, except the silence that followed. I swallowed hard, my lips dry. “Please,” I whispered under my breath, “Francine, if you’re out there… Please help me.”
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