All Chapters of Claimed By The Tyrant Brother : Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

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Authors Note: Why I Love Flashbacks

Hi, my amazing readers!? If you’ve been reading my stories, you’ve probably noticed I love using flashbacks, a lot. 😅 It’s not just a stylistic choice. For me, flashbacks are anchors because they connect the past to the present and reveal the hidden motives, secrets, and emotions that shape my characters’ choices. You get to actually see their motivations in the past, what they really thought about something. Sometimes a single memory can pivot the entire story, changing how you see a character or twisting the truth you thought you knew. 🔥 So if you ever come across a flashback, do read it! You get to see what happened instead of just being told. It might change everything you thought you knew. Continue bingeing! I love y'all! ❤️

Last Updated : 2025-10-17

142: FLASHBACK 1 (How I Met Your Mother.)

~ Flashback ~...15 YEARS AGO…Thorne’s POVWe were in a bar. Neon lights flickered off the cracked mirrors behind the counter, painting everything in sick shades of red and blue. Logan and Skylar were already halfway gone,laughing too loud, spilling beer on the table, clinking their glasses like kings of chaos. We were barely eighteen but always trying to act like adults. They were my partners in crimes,my best friends.Logan slammed his drink down and pointed his bottle at me. “To us, the legends who finally left the virgin squad behind!”Skylar groaned, rubbing his temple but grinning like a maniac. “Bro, I swear, Logan’s gonna put that on his tombstone.”“Damn right,” Logan said proudly. “You should’ve seen her, Thorne. My hot-ass neighbor’s daughter, she’s been giving me the look for months. Always walking around in those short shorts, bending over to ‘pick’ something up. Come on, what’s a man supposed to do?”Skylar burst out laughing, beer foaming down his chin. “You? A man? M

Last Updated : 2025-10-17

143: FLASHBACK 2. (Her Secret Daughter.)

~Flashback continues~ Thorne’s POV Months had passed before I realized how deep I was in. Lorie wasn’t just another woman I fooled around with, she’d become my whole damn world. We spent nearly every day together. She’d drag me out for drives at midnight just to get greasy fries or force me to dance with her in the living room while some old rock song played in the background. When she laughed, it sounded like rebellion. When she kissed me, it was chaotic. I didn't regret going after her. My friends were right. And every time she snapped a picture of us, she blurred my face, because she was too jealous to let others see my face. It was possessive. Intense. Addicting. I told myself she was just protective and that she cared. But sometimes, when she got drunk—really drunk—she’d get mean. Her jealousy could slice a man open. That night, we were in our usual bar. The music thumped low, the air thick with smoke. She had her arm wrapped around my shoulders, her body pressed close,

Last Updated : 2025-10-19

144: FLASHBACK 3(Terror.)

~ Flashback ~ ...15 YEARS AGO… Thorne’s POV I leaned back in my chair, stretching as the last bell rang. The classroom buzzed with laughter and chatter, the air thick with that Friday kind of freedom. Skylar kicked the back of my chair, grinning like the smug bastard he was. “So?” he asked, raising a brow. “You actually did it? You broke up with the psycho?” “Finally,” I muttered, rubbing the back of my neck. “God, you have no idea how exhausting that woman was.” Logan barked a laugh. “That woman? Bro, you mean your twenty-nine-year-old sugar nightmare?” “Shut up.” I couldn’t help the smirk tugging at my lips. “Yeah, well, she’s officially out of my life. I told her it’s over this morning. I even blocked her number.” Skylar leaned forward, wide-eyed. “For real? No crying, no dramatics?” “Oh, there were dramatics,” I said, rolling my eyes. “She started calling me every name under the sun. Said I’d regret it, said I’d ‘never find someone who loved me like she did.’ You know,

Last Updated : 2025-10-20

145: Goodbye, Thorne.

..THE PRESENT…Delilah’s POVI couldn’t breathe anymore. Everything he said about my mom… no. That’s not my mom. Lorie was the best mother anyone could ask for. She was kind, warm, and selfless. This was just another one of his twisted lies.He’d lied so effortlessly before—about not knowing her, about everything. And now, it turned out, not only did he know her, he killed her. God, he must be truly gifted at spinning lies, because for a while, I actually believed him.“Delilah…” he rasped, running a hand through his hair, his voice rough and uneven. “I swear to you, I didn’t want to go through with it.”My pulse thundered in my ears. “Go through with what? Killing her? Right.” So believable.His eyes closed like the words stung. “It wasn’t supposed to happen like that. The plan was just to scare her, to get her to stop blackmailing me. But when we were on the road, something went wrong.” His voice cracked. “The brakes failed.”I shook my head slowly. “Brakes don’t just fail, Thorne.

Last Updated : 2025-10-21

146: No More Blackmails.

Thorne’s POV She left. And I deserved it. Every bit of it. The echo of her words still rang in my ears like a punishment I’d earned a thousand times over. You already did. For a moment, I just stood there in the driveway, the cold air biting through my skin as her car disappeared down the road. The taillights faded into the darkness like two dying stars, leaving me to deal with the consequences of my actions. My chest hurt terribly as if someone drove a knife into it. The pain was deeper — bone-deep. I’d spent years convincing myself that burying the truth would somehow protect her. That if she never knew who I really was — what I’d done — she could love me freely. Without the stain. Without the horror. God, how wrong I was. Now I saw it clearly. What I’d really been protecting all along wasn’t her. It was me. Shouldn't I have tried to tell her the truth? Her reaction is perfectly justified. Her face kept flashing in my mind, the way she looked at me before she walked out.

Last Updated : 2025-10-22

147: The Monster's Deal.

Cheryse's POV It's been a week since Delilah left and I couldn't be more happier. I was having an amazing time bossing the maids around. The maids scurried around like frightened mice, their eyes darting toward me as I crossed the room in my silk robe.“Did I not say polish the mirrors?” I snapped. “Do you think fingerprints clean themselves?”One of them muttered an apology. I ignored it. “And you—” I turned to the younger one nervously holding a tray, “—wipe that stupid look off your face and take this upstairs. Now. Don’t make me repeat myself.”They scattered. Good. I needed something to control. Something to break.Delilah was gone!!! Out of France!!Out of my sight.And I didn’t give a damn.What I hated, though, what burned through me like acid, was being stuck here, with him.Caleb Weston.My charming, lying, manipulative husband. The man who once whispered love into my ear while plotting behind my back. The man I now saw clearly for the monster he was.And unfortunately…

Last Updated : 2025-10-23

148: Her Past.

Cheryse's POV The bar was dimly lit, smelling faintly of whiskey and rain-soaked asphalt. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, legs crossed elegantly as I leaned back against the velvet booth. My lipstick was smudged from the last drink, and my mind was still spinning with Jon’s words.Help them get rid of Delilah.I’d agreed, not out of loyalty, but because the thought of Delilah breathing the same air as me made my blood boil. The perfect wife. The victim. The woman who somehow had both Caleb and Thorne wrapped around her little finger. It was pathetic. But soon, it would all end.And after that?My lips curved into a bitter smile.After that, I’d leave Caleb. He could keep his shiny company, his father’s approval, his mother’s fake praise — I didn’t care anymore. I’d be long gone before he ever found out the truth. That the son he adored wasn’t even his.I glanced at the mirror behind the bar, meeting my own reflection. The woman staring back at me was unrecognizable. Caleb r

Last Updated : 2025-10-24

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.”

Last Updated : 2025-10-25

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

Last Updated : 2025-10-26

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