Alle Kapitel von Claimed By My Ex’s Stepbrother: Kapitel 211 – Kapitel 215

The car pulled up to the entrance of Blackwood Chicago.Before the driver could step out, Roman opened the door himself. He stepped onto the pavement, his shoes hitting the marble with a sharp, decisive click. He didn't wait for anyone. Didn't acknowledge the doorman. Didn't look back.He slammed the car door shut behind him.The sound echoed through the entrance.He took a few steps, then stopped.He turned and looked back at the car. His eyes landed on the scratch—the long, ugly gash running along the side where the Camry had hit it.He exhaled slowly. Then he turned and walked inside without another word.The lobby of Blackwood Chicago was a cathedral of glass and steel.Marble floors stretched endlessly. A grand chandelier hung overhead, casting a glow across the space.Staff moved with quiet precision. No one dared to look him in the eye. Not unless he specifically asked.Guests drifted past, and the hum of luxury filled the air.Roman didn't pause to admire any of it. He walked

The alarm rang at exactly six thirty.Before it had the chance to ring a second time, a hand reached across the bedside table and silenced it.Sabrina Mendel stretched beneath the covers before slowly sitting up.The floor was cold against her bare feet, and the radiator in the corner coughed uselessly.She shuffled to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let the hot water wake her up. Steam filled the small space. She stood under the spray longer than she should have, her mind already running through the day ahead.She stepped out, wrapped a towel around herself, and wiped the fog from the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her — tired eyes, damp hair, the faint shadows of someone who didn't sleep enough.She dressed quickly. Simple blazer, blouse, tailored trousers. Nothing too flashy.She checked herself one more time in the mirror. Adjusted her collar and straightened the sleeves.She headed for the kitchen, turned on the kettle, and pulled her phone from her pocket. Three

The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of the Rolls-Royce. Chicago at night was a different beast—quieter, colder, the streets emptied of the day's chaos.Roman sat in the back, one leg crossed over the other, his gaze fixed on the passing buildings. His tie was loosened. His sleeves were rolled up. The exhaustion of the day settled into his bones.Olivia sat across from him, a laptop on her lap, scrolling through the day's notes. She glanced up at him, then back down, then up again."The interviews," she said carefully. "How were they?"Roman didn't look at her. "They were all the same. A complete waste of my time."Olivia nodded slowly. "I see." She paused. "You did spend some time with Miss Mendel, though. How was that?"Roman didn't answer immediately.He thought of her. Sabrina had held his gaze, answered his questions without flinching. And the way she had called him out, pushed back, refused to grovel.She wasn't scared of him.That was rare.He exhaled through his nos