All Chapters of Claimed By The Tyrant Brother : Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Delilah’s POV I don’t even know when I started snooping. One second I was sitting there trying to sip that lukewarm tea like everything was perfectly normal, and the next, my legs were moving on their own, carrying me down that narrow hallway like some invisible force was dragging me toward a room. I knew it was wrong—God, I knew it—but something about this house felt off. The silence wasn’t comforting; it was the kind that pressed on your chest, the kind that made you question if you were the only living thing left in the building. It made me sick as hell.I opened a small drawer beside the bed, expecting—hoping—to see tiny folded shirts or a half-torn toy, anything to prove there really was a child here. But what met me instead was… nothing. Well it wasn't empty exactly, there were some old receipts, a broken keychain, a single sock—but nothing that looked remotely like something belonging to a toddler.“Where the hell are the clothes?” I whispered to myself, my voice trembling

Delilah POV I froze as the door slammed open, light spilling harshly into the dim room, my breath catching when I saw the one woman I had prayed I’d never have to see again.“Get away from her, Caleb,” she snapped, striding in like furiously,her voice cutting straight through bone. “Dad told me to check on her, not you.”For a second, I couldn’t breathe. She looked different, like someone who had burned her own softness to survive. She looked meaner.That gleam in her eyes wasn’t just hate anymore; it was something darker, something feral. There was no trace of the girl she once was, the one who used to flirt and play cruel games for fun. Now, she looked like someone who had been forged in poison and never quite came back from it.Caleb didn’t move. “You don’t tell me what to do, Cheryse,” he said, pissed. “Oh, I do now,” she snapped, crossing her arms with a sharp, bitter laugh. “Because unlike you, I still have some control over what’s happening here. You’ve lost that right the m

Naomi’s POV It had been three hours. Three long, nerve-wracking hours that gnawed at my sanity and made my hands shake every time I checked my phone. I couldn't reach Thorne and now even Logan was unreachable. Logan, who never went off-grid without leaving a trace.By the time I got to his place, I was half-crazed with worry. The door was locked from the inside, which only made my chest tighten because that meant someone was in there. I didn’t even think twice as I climbed through the side window, the same one I’d used a dozen times before when dropping off files or annoying him with surprise visits. My feet hit the carpet and I called out, “Logan!” My voice echoed through the quiet apartment. “Logan, are you here? Please, answer me!”No reply.Fuck.What do I do??? I honestly have no idea how to get her back. What did that woman want from her?I darted down the hallway, panic clawing at my ribs, and then I nearly screamed when I ran straight into someone coming out of Logan’s room

Cheryse's POV I sat there watching her in that corner, wrists tied, face pale but still breathing, and something inside me twisted.It was relief. Real, raw, delicious relief. Finally, Delilah looked small. Caleb leaned back in his chair, looking crestfallen, while I couldn’t stop glaring at her. Every breath she took irritated me. Every blink made my hand itch for the blade in my pocket. I smirked because this time there was no Thorne to save her, no miracle escape, no pity. When Jon killed her for good, I’d finally have peace.I got up sliding the small blade from my pocket. I walked over and grabbed her chin, forcing her head up until her eyes met mine. “Look at me,” I said, my voice trembling with rage. “God, I can’t stand you. You ruin everything you touch and somehow everyone still feels sorry for you.”Delilah’s lips curved into a smile. “You really think this’ll make you happy, Cheryse?” she asked quietly, her voice hoarse but mocking. “Killing me won’t change a thing. Cale

(Trigger Warning: This chapter features intense and graphic scenes of mafia-style torture, including brutal physical violence, blood, mutilation, and psychological coercion aimed at extracting a confession. The content is grotesque, explicit, and unflinching in its depiction of human suffering. If you are sensitive to extreme violence or gore, please proceed with caution or skip this chapter.)Thorne POV The moment the cold water hit his face, Caleb jerked up with a gasp, eyes wild, choking on air. He blinked through the water dripping down his face, chest heaving like a cornered animal. His wrists were tied to the chair, ankles bound tight.He looked around, panic flickering in his eyes—until they landed on me.I leaned forward, elbows on my knees, watching him like he was something I scraped off my boot.“Hello, brother,” I said, smiling coldly.His face went pale. “Thorne—Jesus Christ—get me out of here!” he shouted, struggling against the ropes. “What the hell is this?! Where am