All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex’s Stepbrother: Chapter 201 - Chapter 210

Roman sat in his car, parked outside his own house.The engine was off. The night was quiet. But inside the car, the only sound was the relentless beep of a call that wouldn't go through.He pulled the phone from his ear and stared at the screen."What the hell Tessa?” He murmured.He had called her seven times today. Fourteen times this week. Dozens of times over the past month.Yet, no response.The line just kept beeping. No ring. No voicemail. Just... nothing.She blocked me.The thought sat in his chest like a stone.He understood things had been difficult between them. He understood she was hurt, angry, confused. But to block him completely? To cut him off without a word?That was more frustrating than he’d like to admit.He groaned and tossed the phone onto the passenger seat.His eyes fell on the items beside it — flowers, chocolates, a small velvet box he hadn't touched. Romantic things. Hopeful things. Things he had planned to give her tonight.Now he just looked stupid.He

It’s been one week since Roman lost Tessa at the airport. He didn’t know if she was halfway across the country or the continent, whichever it was, she wasn't by his side.And now…another goodbye waited for him.Roman stood quietly at the edge of the foyer as members of the house staff carried the last of Alec and Lakshmi’s suitcases toward the waiting SUV. The polished marble floors echoed with footsteps, soft conversations, and the occasional scrape of luggage wheels.Everyone had gathered to see them off.The atmosphere was warm—filled with smiles that tried very hard to hide the sadness beneath them.“Oh, Lakshmi,” Salima said, pulling the young woman into a warm embrace. “It was so good having you here.”Lakshmi smiled as she hugged her back.“Thank you for having me, Mrs Blackwood. You made me feel like family from the very first day.”“You are family,” Salima corrected gently. “Don’t ever think otherwise.”Lakshmi’s smile widened. “I won’t.”Salima stepped aside, turning toward

The day was finally here. The day Roman had been waiting for the past week. When he finally leaves the city that left him first and caused him so much heartache.This seemed like the new normal now.Flights. Suitcases. Goodbyes.Only this time he didn’t have a large crowd to send him off.No Alec. Victor. Even Bernard couldn't make it. Eleanor was struggling to accept he wanted a divorce.So it was just him and his mother and things hadn’t improved much in forty-eight hours.Salima stood across from him, hands folded.“When are you going to stop being upset, Roman?” She asked.“I’m not upset.” He shook his head. “You haven’t spoken to me since Victor left.”Roman scoffed. “To be fair, I haven’t spoken to anyone.”Salima’s face dropped in disappointment.Roman noticed. He exhaled sharply.“I’m not doing this to punish you, Mom, but right now — I just don’t know how to feel.”“Then let me tell you how I feel.” “No!” Roman said sharply. “I understand that Dad’s return might have been

Tessa sat in the sleek conference room, her hands folded neatly in her lap.The space was modern — floor-to-ceiling windows, a long glass table, minimalist art on the walls. Everything about it screamed money and power—the kind of place where deals were made and careers were launched.She felt out of place.She adjusted her blazer for the third time. Straightened her hair. Crossed her legs. Uncrossed them.She was nervous.She had never done this before. Not really. She had been a waitress once, and that's how she met Grayson.Then she met Roman and didn't work a day in her life. She had been taken care of. Protected. Sheltered.And now…Now she was in this big office, wondering what awaited her.The door opened and a man stepped inside.Tessa's breath caught for a moment.He was tall. Broad-shouldered. His suit was charcoal grey, perfectly tailored, and his presence filled the room before he even spoke. Dark hair, cut short. A strong jaw. Eyes that were sharp and intelligent.He carr

The sleek black Rolls-Royce Phantom glided effortlessly through the streets of downtown Chicago, its polished exterior reflecting the towering skyscrapers that lined the city. Inside, the atmosphere was calm. Roman Blackwood sat in the rear passenger seat, one leg crossed over the other, a dark pair of eyeglasses on, scrolling through a presentation on the tablet resting on his lap. He looked different now. A year had changed him. His dark hair was shorter than before, his jaw cleaner, sharper. The softness that had once lingered around his eyes had disappeared, replaced by quiet confidence and an authority that came naturally to him now. Across from him sat his executive assistant, Olivia, an organised woman in her early thirties with a tablet balanced neatly on her knees. She adjusted her glasses before glancing at the day's schedule. "You have the investors' meeting at nine thirty," she began. "The board review at eleven. Lunch with the Morgan Group at one. Then the hote