Todos los capítulos de Claimed By My Ex’s Stepbrother: Capítulo 191 - Capítulo 200

Tessa sat curled on the couch, the television flickering in the dark. Gina had gone out to grab a few things from the grocery store — nothing major, just wine and snacks. She'd been gone maybe twenty minutes.Should be back soon, Tessa thought, pulling a blanket over her legs.Then a knock came at the door.She didn't move at first. Then another knock — harder this time.Tessa smiled slightly. "Gina? Is that you?”No one answered.Tessa stood. “I didn't know the grocery store was close by. That was quick."Still silence.She frowned. "Gina?"She walked to the door, unlocked it, and pulled it open.Her blood turned to ice when she saw Grayson standing on the porch.His face was pale. His forehead was red, and blood caked down the side of his cheek. His eyes were wild — black, blown wide, pupils swallowing the colour. His clothes were rumpled. His hands were shaking. And at his feet sat a red plastic container."What are you doing here?" Tessa's voice came out tight, barely controlled.

Roman’s blood ran cold. The name hung in the air like a death sentence. Salima’s hands flew to her mouth. Bernard’s face went dark. Victor raised an eyebrow.Roman stepped forward now.“Grayson?” He repeated. “You’re sure.”“Yes,” Gina said, staring into thin air. “I’m sure.”“How and why?” Roman asked. “Did you see him do it?”Gina shook her head, her hands trembling. "No. But he came to the house earlier. And he kept asking for Tessa. I didn't want to let him in but he knew she was in there and he wasn’t going to leave, so Tessa told me it was okay and said she’d talk to him.”Gina paused and sniffed. “I told her it was a bad idea but she wouldn’t listen.”Gina broke down, the tears falling now.Salima moved quickly to sit beside her. “It’s okay Gina.” She said softly. “What happened next?”Gina swallowed. “He started confessing his love to Tessa, telling her how much he cared and how much he wanted to be with her now that Roman was out of the picture. He said he had changed and h

The car sat in silence, parked just outside the gates of Thorne estate.Bernard stared up at the mansion, his face half-lit by the glow of the streetlamps. The windows were dark. Everywhere was silent. But something about the place felt heavier than he remembered."This used to be our home," Bernard said quietly. “You boys grew up together. Did everything as brothers and right now…you can’t even look each other in the eye without tearing yourselves apart.”Roman didn't respond. His eyes were fixed on the same building, but his expression was harder.“I wish things turned out different,” Bernard said. "Yes," Roman replied after a long moment. "If only you had stayed. Kept everything under control. Eleanor wouldn't have turned this place into a...bloodbath."His voice trailed off, the word not quite right, but the meaning was clear. Bernard didn't correct him."I really hope that someday you'll understand," Bernard said, "that everything I did, I did to protect you and your mother."Ro

Tessa sat propped against the pillows, her wrists still bandaged, her arms spotted with healing burns. The room smelled like antiseptic and flowers — too many flowers, brought by people who didn't know what else to do.Daniel sat on her left. Her father, Peter, stood by the window. Gina was curled in a chair in the corner, pretending to scroll through her phone but really just watching."How are you feeling?" Daniel asked."I'm fine," Tessa said. "I've said that three times already.""You keep saying it. Doesn't make it true." Daniel said.“Maybe.” She tried to sit up. “But I’m going to be fine.”“You should just have stayed home,” Daniel said. “Told you not to go see Roman. But you wouldn’t listen. Now see where you end up.”Tessa sighed. "Daniel, please. I don't have the energy to fight with you.""Good. Because I'm not going to fight either." He leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "I'm here to tell you what we've decided."Tessa's eyes narrowed. "We?""Dad and me." Daniel glanced

The courtroom was already packed by the time the deputies brought Grayson in.The chains around his wrists rattled softly with each step.For the first time in his life, Grayson Thorne looked small.The expensive suits were gone. The arrogance was harder to maintain in a prison uniform. Bruises still lingered along his jaw from the night of his arrest, and dark circles sat beneath his eyes.A murmur swept through the gallery as he entered.Roman watched silently from the front row.Grayson’s eyes immediately found him.The hatred there was instant.Raw and unfiltered.A deputy guided him toward the defence table.On the opposite side of the courtroom sat Eleanor and Liam.Eleanor looked immaculate as always. Perfect hair. Perfect makeup. Perfect posture.But her hands were clenched tightly together in her lap.Liam sat beside her, his expression unreadable.A few seats away sat Bernard.Salima occupied the space between Bernard and Victor.The arrangement hadn’t been planned, but Roma