All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex-husband's Brother.: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Selene's POVI flinched, startled, my heartbeat thundering in my chest. The sharp echo of the impact reverberated across the luxurious walls of the room like the blast of a starting gun and just like that, the peace shattered.She strutted in like she owned the whole place. Victoria.I had barely caught my breath when I saw her heels clicking with confidence, her chin raised high, as if the world should fall to her feet. Her presence filled the room like smoke. Every inch of her screamed glamour and poison.Dominic’s head snapped toward her, his eyes narrowing in disbelief. He didn’t move at first, just stood there, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then his jaw tightened, his hands balling slowly into tight fists.“What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded, his voice low but sharp enough to slice through the tension hanging between us.Victoria smiled slowly, seductively, like she was savoring every second. She didn’t look at me. Not even once. Instead, she walked rig

Selene's POVI paused at the door, Dominic’s words echoing in my head. “Should I take that as a yes?”His voice had been gentle, nearly a whisper but it carried the weight of so much more. A plea wrapped in a chilling authority. A challenge coated in vulnerability. And still, I didn’t turn around. Not immediately.My hand tightened on the doorknob, and for a moment, I simply stared at the handle. I could feel his gaze burning into my back like a silent fire. My heartbeat thudded loudly, but I willed it to be calm.“No,” I said, finally turning to face him. “Like I said, I’m not going to do it.”And with that, I opened the door and walked out.The hallway was bright compared to the dimness of the suite. As I stepped into the open corridor, it was as if a switch flipped inside me. My spine straightened, my chin tilted up, and I smoothed the gold mask over my face, the kind you wear when cameras are pointed at you.Flash. A burst of light blinded me momentarily. Flash. Flash.Several cam

Selene's POV I had left the house even though I felt stressed already. Dressed in a simple polo and jeans trousers. The minute I stepped into the restaurant, my stomach churned. Not because of the scent of rosemary lamb wafting from the open kitchen or the gentle sound of live piano music playing in the background, but because of the man waiting for me at the far corner of the room. My father. I stood there for a second, frozen by the sight of him. It had been years. Long, silent, gut-wrenching years since I last saw that face. A face that used to tuck me into bed with warm kisses and bedtime stories, and later abandoned me without a backward glance. Time had added a few streaks of gray to his hair, but his posture was still as proud, his suit tailored to perfection, his smile still very much calculated. And yet, seeing him now sent a jolt straight through my heart. Hate. Longing. Betrayal. They all twisted together inside me. Why now? Why the hell now? He spotted me. His face

Selene’s POV The car ride was quiet. Dominic hadn’t said much since he pulled me out of that restaurant. His hands were still gripping the steering wheel tightly, knuckles pale from the pressure. He was angry, but trying to stay calm. He glanced at me once. “Are you going to tell me why you went to meet your father?” he asked, his voice controlled. I didn’t respond. My arms were crossed over my chest, my gaze fixed on the passing city lights. I wasn’t ready to talk about it. Not with him. Not with anyone. “Selene,” he said again, more firmly this time. “I don’t want to talk about it,” I said quietly. “You almost walked into a setup,” he snapped. “You know that, right?” “I would have handled it.” “Handled it? There?.” He asked, a ridiculous look on his face. That made me look at him. “I didn’t think you’d come.” He gave a short, humorless laugh. “I saw your beep from one of my men, you never beep me. That’s all I needed to know something was off.” I looked away a

Selene’s POV Dominic’s phone rang again. He was still facing away from me, his shoulders tense, one hand clenched into a fist at his side. The other raised the phone to his ear. He didn’t speak at first. Then— “What?” The tone of his voice made my stomach knot. Sharp. Low. Cold. I stepped toward him, my heart thudding. His silence said more than words. “What is it?” I asked quietly, trying to steady my voice. He didn’t turn. He stood still for a moment, and then said something I couldn’t make out. His hand tightened around the phone, his knuckles pale. “What’s wrong?” I asked again, louder this time. He ended the call without answering me. His hand dropped to his side. “Dominic.” He turned. “She’s gone.” I blinked. “What?” He looked at me, expression flat. “Ariana’s been taken.” The words didn’t register at first. Then they hit all at once—like a slap, like the floor had been ripped out from under me. I stepped back, one hand against the wall to steady myself. “No… no, t