All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Stepbrother: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

The wedding reception was in full swing: laughter, jokes, family drinking and talking about how sweet and impressive Victor was, and the impromptu nature of the wedding. Tessa sat close to Roman, her hand resting on his, occasionally leaning in to whisper something sweet against his ear. Alec turned to Roman, who sat beside him and leaned closer, voice low. “You’re behaving… surprisingly normal,” Alec muttered. “Considering Grayson is here.” Roman didn’t look away from the gathering. “I know,” he said calmly. “I’m choosing to believe Grayson understands today isn’t the day for his nonsense.” Right on cue, Grayson approached, smooth and composed. “Roman,” he said pleasantly. “Congratulations on your mother’s wedding.” Roman gave a short nod. “Grayson…” Grayson’s smile widened slightly. “I’m glad you finally have a father figure in your life. It’s much needed.” Roman’s brow twitched — just barely — but he didn’t respond. Grayson leaned forward slightly between Roman and Alec

Roman stormed down the stairs, gun gripped tight in his bleeding hand. Tessa chased after him, tears streaming, voice breaking.“Roman! Roman please stop!”But he didn’t listen. His shoes slammed against the wood, echoing through the house.“Grayson!” he roared.The name exploded out of him, loud enough to cut through the music and laughter downstairs.The reception froze. Everyone looked up.Roman hit the bottom step and charged straight into the living room. “Grayson!”“Roman, what’s going on?” Victor asked him.Grayson stood at the edge of the window, phone pressed to his ear. “Liam let me call you back.” He muttered.He turned to look at Roman and frowned “Roman, what the hell—”Before he could complete his sentence, Roman swung the gun across his face.The crack split the room. Grayson hit the floor hard with a groaning sound.Salima gasped.Alec swore and rushed forward instantly.Roman grabbed Grayson by the collar and hauled him up to punch him in the jaw.“How dare you?” Roma

The police lights disappeared down the long driveway, leaving the mansion wrapped in a strange, hollow silence. For a moment, no one moved. Salima stood in the middle of the driveway, staring into the darkness where the cruiser had vanished. Her chest rose and fell too quickly, like the air refused to stay in her lungs. “They took him,” she whispered. Victor stepped closer, placing a steady hand on her shoulder. “Salima—” “They took my son.” Her voice cracked now, panic seeping through every word. “Victor, they just took him away like he’s some kind of criminal.” “He’ll be fine,” Victor said calmly. “We’re going to fix this.” “How?” she demanded, turning toward him. “He shot someone. They put him in handcuffs right in front of everyone!” Victor didn’t raise his voice. He held her gaze. “Listen to me.” Salima’s breathing trembled. “I’m going to the station now,” Victor continued firmly. “Alec is coming with me. We’ll meet Roman there and find out exactly what the

The drive to Davin’s house was quiet.Alec sat in the passenger seat, staring out the window while the city lights slid past them in blurred streaks.Victor kept both hands on the steering wheel.“Let me do the talking when we get there,” he said finally. “From what I hear, Davin isn’t your biggest fan.”Alec nodded. “Fine by me.”Ten minutes later the car turned into a quiet residential street.Victor slowed and pulled into the driveway of a modern, glass-fronted house at the end of the block.The lights inside were still on.“Seems like someone’s home,” Alec muttered.They stepped out of the car and walked up to the front door.Victor rang the bell.For a moment, nothing happened. Then footsteps approached from inside.The door opened and Davin stood there.He looked tired, dressed in dark sweatpants and a loose T-shirt, a glass of whiskey still in one hand.His eyes moved from Victor to Alec. Confusion flickered across his face.“Victor,” he said slowly.Then his gaze shifted to Al

The Fulton County Superior Courtroom was silent but tense.Roman sat at the defence table in the charcoal suit Alec had brought for him. The cuffs were off but his wrists were still faintly red.His face was blank — no anger, no fear, just calm, unreadable focus. He had cleaned up. The dried blood was gone from his knuckles, but the faint bruising along his jaw remained.Beside him, Davin’s lawyer — a sharp, silver-haired man named Marcus James leaned over, murmuring last-minute notes.Across the aisle, Eleanor sat in the front row of the gallery, her legs crossed. Her lawyer — a younger, expensive-looking man in a tailored suit stood beside her, reviewing papers.Grayson wasn’t there; he was still in the hospital, but his absence felt louder than his presence would have.In the rows behind Eleanor, the Blackwood family filled the bench like soldiers.Salima sat in the middle, back straight, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles were white. Victor was beside her, one hand resting li