Lahat ng Kabanata ng Claimed By The Tyrant Brother : Kabanata 151 - Kabanata 160

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

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.”

Delilah’s POV Naomi cackled. “God, she really knows you.”I glared at both of them. “Remind me why I live with you two again?”“Because we’re fabulous and emotionally destructive,” Naomi quipped, tossing her hair dramatically.Vivian leaned back with a sigh. “Honestly, I’m just glad we’re all here. The hospital in China transferring me here was the first stroke of luck I’ve had in years. A stable job, my girls under one roof, and a kitchen that doesn’t smell like antiseptic—heaven.”I smiled faintly. “I’m still surprised they let you go so easily.”“Oh, honey, I didn’t give them a choice,” she said, waving her hand. “They owe me after that debacle in 2020. I practically kept that hospital running with caffeine and holy spirit.”Naomi laughed. “You’re a legend, Aunt Viv.”“Damn right I am,” she said, stretching. “But legends still need sleep and wine.” She reached for the bottle I’d left on the table and poured herself a generous glass. “Now, what did I miss while I was being overwork

Delilah's POV He just… walked away.My mind couldn’t process it at first. One moment, Thorne was there — dark, dangerous, mine — and the next, he was turning his back, fading into the night as if I were nothing to him. My chest tightened. He didn’t even look back and that burned deeply.A month. It’s been a whole month since I last saw him, and damn it, he still looked the same — devastatingly hot and wrapped in his signature black coat. His eyes — those cold, merciless eyes — didn’t even flicker when they landed on me.And then he just left… He left… after saving me. Shit. Well, don't I deserve it?Well, hasn’t that been my thing lately? Ignoring him. Pretending I’m fine. Pretending I don’t dream of him. Pretending that I don’t check my phone every night like a fool, waiting for his name to light it up. But seeing him again… it shattered something in me.Does he hate me now?Would he actually go through with it — divorce me?I mean….I do deserve it.No. The word felt like a kni

Delilah's POV Since I'm blindfolded, I have to trust my other senses.I heard the flick of a lighter, the sound unnaturally loud. A drop of something hot and liquid hit my breast. I flinched, a sharp cry caught in my throat. Wax!! god, The sharp, stinging pain was immediate, a bright contrast to the deep, throbbing pleasure coiling inside me. He dripped more onto my belly, avoiding its center with a terrifying precision, and then my trembling thighs. Each drop was a tiny star of pain that somehow fed the inferno between my legs.Then, a new sensation. The cool press of silicone against my other entrance, followed by the slow, inexorable push as he inserted a vibrating plug into my ass. The initial fullness was overwhelming. Then he clicked a remote.It pulsed to life inside me, a low, erratic vibration that had me seeing stars behind the blindfold. It wasn’t a steady rhythm; it was a maddening, unpredictable throbbing that matched the frantic beat of my heart.Suddenly, the harness