All Chapters of Claimed By The Tyrant Brother : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Delilah’s POV Where's Naomi?I was in the bathroom, tensed as hell. Steam still clung to the mirrors, curling around the edges of the bathroom glass as I stood in front of it, towel cinched around me, blow dryer in hand. The hum filled the silence, but it didn’t drown out the ache in my chest.For the tenth time that night, I checked my phone. Still nothing. There was no missed calls, no new texts — just the same cryptic message I’d stared at for days: >>I’ll talk to you later, Dee. Once I get settled.That was all. Settled where? With who? She just disappeared and she once made me promise never to call her parents, no matter what. But is this disappearance part of that ‘no matter what’?”I bit down on my lip, heart pounding as the memory resurfaced. Days ago, panic clawed up my throat when the hotel clerk in China said Naomi had checked out. But here's the thing, there wasn't any forwarding address. No note. Just… gone.The blow dryer slipped from my grip, catching on the edge o

Delilah’s POVBy the time I slipped back inside, my pulse was a drumbeat in my throat. I rushed up the stairs, the damp robe clinging to me. A dinner with that asshole? Damn, I should've just told Thorne everything in the first place. Why did I agree to this? When I pushed open the bedroom door, Thorne was there, sitting at the edge of the bed with his laptop balanced on his thighs, the glow of the screen sharp against his angled jaw. He looked up the second I entered, eyes narrowing just enough to catch the way my chest heaved.I gulped. “I… I need a stroll.”i quickly said.One dark brow arched. “A stroll.” He repeated the word like it was foreign. “In the rain.”My throat went dry. “It’s been a while since I’ve been in France. It's my hometown.” I forced a small smile, tugging at my damp hair as if that excused everything. “I used to walk these streets all the time, back in high school. In college too. It helps me think.”His gaze lingered, making me sure he could see through my l

Cheryse’s POV“Where have you been?” I demanded, waiting for him by the door. Caleb stood there, drenched from the drizzle outside, water dripping down his collar. His lips curved into something smug, satisfied. I wonder what made him so happy. “Hello? Didn't you hear me?" I scoffed.Yet he didn’t flinch. He just smirked, dropped his jacket onto a chair, and said coolly, “Getting my things. I’ll be staying in the guest room.”My stomach dropped. “What?”Why would my husband be sleeping in the guestroom? The room is big enough and spacious to accommodate us. He can't be serious right now.“You heard me.” His tone was calm, so calm it boiled my blood. “You don’t honestly think I’m going to keep sharing a room with you, do you? Not after everything. I'm glad thw truth is out.”Truth? He…Surely he's not talking about Maxwell, right? How did he find out? Did the man interfere? “I can't believe you pushed my mom." Oh that. Waves of relief washed over me that I almost laughed. But then,

Naomi’s POVLater that night, our small guesthouse felt smaller than usual. Bali’s warm air seeped through the open windows, carrying the faint scent of salt and flowers. I sat on the edge of the bed, restless, fingers tapping the sheets, phone clutched in my palm. I had already texted the woman—the one who left the card—asking for a precise location, but now my thumb hovered nervously over the keyboard again.Dean appeared in the doorway, carrying a tray with two plates of steaming food. The smell of garlic and spices hit me, but I barely noticed it. My chest tightened as he set it down. “Food,” he said, raising an eyebrow at my restless pacing.I forced a smile, sliding my phone under the pillow just in time. Lucky—I had deleted the message thread. Dean didn’t notice, but his hawk-like instincts had me tense anyway. He had this way of knowing, of seeing everything.“Thanks,” I said softly, letting him hand me my plate..“Phone,” he said suddenly.My head jerked up. “What?”His ton

Delilah’s POV How dare she do this to me??.I stepped out, the water clung to me, dripping down my face, soaking through my dress. My chest heaved as I pulled myself up from the pool’s edge, glaring at her with utter hatred. “I can’t stand you,” Cheryse sneered, strutting closer in her glittering dress, looking down at me as if I was dirt clinging to her heels. “You always think you’re better, don’t you? Acting like the world should worship you. Look at you now—pathetic. Soaking wet and humiliated. What a fucking joke.”Something inside me snapped. “Shut your mouth!” I spat, shoving water off my skin, standing tall even though my body was trembling with fury. “You’ve hated me since the beginning, Cheryse. You can’t go a single day without trying to drag me down. Congratulations—you got your moment.”Her smirk only widened. “Oh, honey, this isn’t just my moment. This is who you are. Drowning. Weak. Always the fool.”“Enough!” I shouted. All eyes turned to me.. “You think humiliating