All Chapters of Claimed by His Stepbrother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11-EvelynThe lights were low and soft as they spilled over the edge of the terrace. I could hear the rain somewhere beyond the glass.Adrian stood close—too close, his jacket was undone, his tie loose. I didn't remember how we got there, only that I was somehow struggling to breathe, and his eyes wouldn't let me look away from his.“Evelyn,” he said quietly, his voice deep. “Tell me to stop.”His hand found mine in the dark.“You shouldn’t be here” I whispered, though I didn’t pull away.Adrian smiled, the kind of smile that said he always got what he wanted.“Maybe not,” he said, stepping closer. “but you don’t want me to leave either.”My lips parted, but no sound came. My heart thudded hard against my ribs. I should’ve stepped back, but my feet didn’t move.He smiled faintly, that same dangerous curve I’d seen at the gala. “You won’t, will you?”“Huh?” I whispered, lost. “You don't want me to stop, do you?” I swallowed. “This isn’t right.”“Then why are you still here?”

Chapter 13-EvelynI haven't stepped out of this place ever since Paul left in the morning. I tried to, but I just couldn't bring myself to.The thought of someone lurking beneath shadows, watching me gave me chills. And to think this wasn't my first time getting this kind of message, but this…this one hits differently.I really didn't know what to think of anymore. Was the message from a stalker? A scammer? ‘Or wait…was it Adrian?’ I gasped in realization as that crossed my mind. But I shook it off.“He wouldn't do that, I'm sure.” I assured myself. A beat passed. “Am I?” I asked myself.I mean it wouldn't be totally wrong to think he did, considering what he told me the other night…about Paul keeping some past secrets from me.Now, I won't trust anyone…not like I ever trusted him. He's been a threat to my husband right from when I met him. I really need to avoid him.“Oh my God!” I exclaimed as soon as a sound cut through my thoughts, bringing me to life.I glanced to my side, and

Chapter 15-AdrianI should have walked away. But I didn’t.I stood there, frozen, staring through the thin slit in the slightly open curtain as the scene unfolded right in front of me.Her body on his lap. Her mouth on his. Her fingers in his hair. His hands on her waist, gripping what should be mine.My Evelyn.Did I have any right to be angry? Of course not. But since when did ‘right’ ever matter to me?She was kissing him like he was everything. Like he was the only man she wanted. He wasn't. He never will be.My breathing grew heavier. Every second I stayed, I could feel my control thinning. I could almost see myself storming in, dragging her away from him, marking her neck until she cried out my name.My hand curled against the wall, knuckles whitening. My veins throbbed under my skin, pulsing with violent heat. I ached to break something. The wall. His face too.She was supposed to be mine before she was his. And even if the world forced her into Paul’s arms… her body still reac

Chapter 17-EvelynTuesday morning came too fast. I woke up to silence—the heavy, uncomfortable kind that pressed down on my chest. The kind that made the penthouse feel colder than it actually was. My leg still stung from the glass that broke yesterday, but even that pain didn’t compare to the way Paul had been acting.We didn't even ‘talk’ like he said we would yesterday. He panicked when I winced in pain, and quickly got a first aid box. Though it was a small cut, he treated it like it was a really big deal.He was already in front of the mirror, buttoning his shirt. His expression was blank. No “good morning.” No kiss. Not even a glance.“Morning.” I tried. A beat of silence.“Mm.” That was his response. A sound. Not even a word.I frowned. “Paul… are you okay?”“I’m fine.” Still no eye contact.Liar.I stood up from the bed, and walked towards him. I slung my arms around his waist, resting my head on his back.“I'm your wife, Paul. And I know when something's off with you.” I star

Chapter 19-Evelyn I couldn't move or speak. I was shocked and confused.Because Adrian Blackthorne has just locked me in my childhood bedroom. Even worse — with him.He stood with his back to me for a moment —calm, composed, like the house was his and I was the intruder. Then he turned.Slowly.His eyes found mine yet again… and didn’t look away.My heart lurched. “Are you insane?” I managed, keeping my voice low in case someone walked by the hall. “Open the door.”He didn’t. He took a step forward.“Why did you lock the door?” I demanded. I hated the slight tremor in my tone. Half with anger, half with the sudden actions.He shrugged. “To ask you some questions without an audience.”I stood, hands balled at my sides. “You can ask me anything in the garden, or the patio — anywhere but here. You can’t just—”“I can,” he said simply.“You can’t,” I repeated. “This is insane. This is—this is dangerous.”“Dangerous how?” he asked, still calm— like the moment before a storm. “For you? Fo