All Chapters of Claimed by My Rival: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

AMARAYou’d think a family dinner was meant for bonding and enjoying each other’s presence. Tell me why we were talking about how many bodies by brother had thrown over the Manhattan bridge?“The fucking snake,” Raphael scoffed. “He wouldn’t give even till death. No point in even sparing him. He’d have bitten his own tongue off if it meant escaping.”The second, Nikolai, hummed out a reply. “Ditto. Really wish you let me at him though.”I shoved a spoonful of mashed potatoes into my mouth, quietly watching their exchange. Family dinners weren’t frequent, but they were always lavish and opulent. My father liked them that way.He’d been quiet this whole time, simply listening in on what my brothers had to say. I turned to my mother who had also been eating in silence. She never spoke much during family dinners. Doubt she had the guts too. My father preferred her that way. Quiet and obedient.“In summary, you pushed him off before we could get any info?” Kaz, the first son, finally broke

DANTEThere weren’t a lot of things that could piss me off. One thing I prided myself on, was the amount of self-control I always had, regardless of the situation.Which was why I didn’t understand the reason for that irritation that wouldn’t crawling underneath my skin.“What do you mean you let him get away?” I growled into my phone.“Look, our men are already on his tail. They’ve already pinpointed his location as we speak. You’ll have him back in those chains in twenty—no—fifteen minutes tops.” Cassian, my second in command, explained.I cursed underneath my breath. “Fine then. More than fifteen minutes, and somebody’s having their dick cut off.”“Ai, ai, captain.” Cassian drawled.I ended the call without a second thought. Bastard. I could basically hear the smirk in his voice. In any case, I trusted Cassian to get the job done. He was as reliable as they came and loyal to a fault.My main focus now would be on getting to my jet. I had a couple of meetings that I’d held out for l

DANTEI’ve had a knack for being impulsive in the oddest moments. As a child, it didn’t matter if I had to jump into a pool just to get my lucky coin, or step onto the road in pursuit of my dog, ‘Lucky’. I’d leap before even giving it a thought.So, when Amara had dangled that dangerous proposal in front of me, it all felt too good to be true. A fake proposal? How the hell would that solve anything? I’d have Viktor on my ass and for sure, her brothers definitely wouldn’t sit by idle.But she was right about one thing. There was a lot to gain by agreeing to this relationship. For one, I could get all the info I need to ruin the Vitale family once and for all. Viktor was sure to have some dirt on him, something I could use against him.And Amara would lead me to it.She still seemed to be at a loss for words, eyes lingering on the ring on her finger.“Oh, my goodness.”“I can’t believe it.”I turned to the onlookers, who were now taking pictures and gushing at us. Amara finally snapped

AMARATrue to his words, Dante had wasted no time in getting us packed and ready for the trip. Most of it had been handled by his second in command, Cassian. I’d barely gotten a single word from the man, save for the grunt when he’d gestured for me to get into the jet.Now I was about to enter a whole new domain.A new life, some place different from where my father’s words were absolute. The more I tried to calm down, the harder it was to forget Philip’s unconscious body in my head.“Amara,”Dante took the seat in front of him. I sent him an unamused glare. “There are literally so many other seats you could have taken. Why this one?”“My jet,” He gestured at the place with his finger. “My rules.”“Fuck you.” I grumbled, turning back to the window I’d been staring out of. The whole scenery felt like a mockery itself.This should have been me and Philip. On some plain far away from New York. It should have been us for crying out loud.Instead, I’d somehow gotten myself into an engagem

AMARAI knew the day was going to be absolute shit when I woke up with that stain on the bed.My stomach felt groggy, and my eyes raw. I hated that I’d cried so much the night before. But it had all been too much. Memories of Philip, and then everything that had later ensued after.The mood that had been on the verge of plummeting soured all the more when I noticed the red stain on the bed.Like instinct, there was a small knock on the door and a maid quietly slipped in. She had red hair that demanded attention and stark green eyes.“Good morning, ma’am.” She bowed her head. “I’m Farah, the head maid of the estate. Whatever it is you need, please know that we’re all at your beck and call. Your comfort is our priority and we’ll do whatever makes your home more to your liking.”Home.My lips thinned into a grim line, a wave of nausea clawing at my throat. Such a warm word for a place that felt more like a prison. I simply nodded, forcing myself off the bed. Her eyes lingered on the sta