Todos os capítulos de Claimed By The Tyrant Brother : Capítulo 11 - Capítulo 20

Delilah’s POV The back door was no different. It took me five fucking minutes to find the back door in this big mansion because he didn't have any maids that I could've asked for direction, and it's also locked???I stared at the keypad on the door, stunned. The red light indicated it was locked. “Are you kidding me?” I whispered,. “This psycho really locked me in.”Why? What's his goddamn reason? I'm not a child, for goodness sake. It's close to midnight, sure, but locking me in like a baby? Unacceptable!I jiggled the handle again and still when nothing happened I kicked the door in a disappointment.I turned slowly in place, lips parted. “You’ve got to be f–” I didn’t even finish. I just screamed. A full-body scream muffled in my own hands. Then I dragged my hands down my face and stormed into the hallway like a woman on a mission… with no plan, though.Okay, okay… calm down. Breathe. You're not dying here. You're not Cinderella in a cursed mafia mansion.I grabbed my phone, a

Thorne’s POVI smiled, darkly and slowly, watching from the shadows as that bastard manhandled my girl. If anyone should be closer to hell right now, it's this senseless punk.If only she knew I was here… from the very beginning. Watching. Calculating. Smoking and grinning like the devil I am. I would've gone on that mission with my men, but I knew how cunning my enemies are. If word spread that I've got a woman? Someone who's undeniably my weakness?? They'd come for her.And by now, if already has. So I warned her to stay put. And just as I predicted, there was an attempt to take her.. but this man just ruined his boss's orders.Delilah thought she’d escaped on her own. Cute.But the truth is I left the damn window open.I wanted to see what she’d do. If she’d crumble, cry, crawl back into bed like a good little victim. She searched for any escape route. She didn’t stop until she found that opening. God, that made my blood burn. I hate weak women. Docile lambs who accept their fate

Delilah’s POVFew hours later…Steam curled around my shoulders like a soft whisper, the scent of eucalyptus and vanilla filling the air. Warm hands massaged lavender oil into my skin, another attendant exfoliated my legs with pink Himalayan salt, while a third woman filed my nails with gentle precision.This wasn’t just pampering.This was, like , a luxury warfare.Thorne’s orders, of course.I was lying on a heated marble slab in a spa that looked like it belonged to royalty. Cream-colored walls, soft ambient lighting, faint harp music playing in the background… and me? I was glowing. My skin like silk, body relaxed, head floating somewhere between heaven and “what the hell have I gotten myself into?”Because beneath the soft oils and melting candles… I knew. I knew I was being polished for war. Prepared. Brushed and trimmed and pampered like some prized possession about to be claimed.Marriage to Thorne wasn’t going to be soft and floral like this spa. It was going to be leather an

Caleb’s POVSLAP!My head jerked violently to the side, the sting blooming hot across my cheek.“You fool!” my father roared.Before I could recover, he had me by the collar—dragging me up from the cold metal chair like I was nothing more than a ragdoll. His expensive cologne, something custom-made and suffocating, choked my lungs as he got right in my face, nostrils flaring with rage.“You incompetent little imbecile!”“Dad…”Another deadly slap from him. “Shut up!" My jaw throbbed. The little pride I had shattered further.“You think I came all the way here to rescue you because I care if your ego’s bruised?” he spat, shoving me back into the chair in the high-security meeting room they’d dragged me to. “I should be in court right now. San Diego. Federal court, sealing a goddamn oil deal with the Brazilians. But no! I had to fly here on a fucking private jet to clean up the disaster you call a life.”“I didn’t ask you to come,” I muttered, licking blood from the corner of my lip.H

Delilah’s POV I stared at the message a moment longer before deleting it. No way in hell. I'm not doing this with him. There's no hesitation anymore. Caleb is past and that's what he'll ever be. My thumb hovered over the block button. I didn’t blink as I blocked him. My heart was still thumping like it was trying to leap out of my chest, I set the phone down and leaned back into the velvet couch. “Absolutely not,” I muttered under my breath. “He must think I’m stupid, high, or hypnotized.” No way in hell. He doesn’t get to pop up like some wounded soul after throwing me into the fire and acting like he didn’t strike the match himself. I ran my hand through my hair, already pissed. I dropped my hands on the table and unfortunately, knocked over my damn coffee. “Shit—!” I gritted as the cold liquid splashed across my lap, soaking the sleek nude-toned satin of my dress. Damn, why do so I have to be clumsy right now? I jumped to my feet, cursing, the coffee already staining.