All Chapters of Claimed By My Ex's Billionaire Brother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Stephanie: “Have a seat.” Zane walked round the couches and went straight to the shelves behind his desk. “Coffee or tea?” he asked as I settled on a couch. “Water.” He grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and walked back to where I was. He poured water into the glass before handing it to me. “Thank you.” Zane dropped the bottle on the desk before settling on the couch facing me. Unable to bear his burning eyes, I tried to look around his office, but there were so many details around, and it made me overwhelmed. Feeling perched, I took a sip of water and finally spoke out, diving straight to the point, “Is your offer still open?” He raised a brow. “My offer?” “Yes. The one you made this morning.” Zane thought about it for three seconds, then nodded. I bit hard on my lips, racking my brain for other options, but there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. A helpless sigh escaped my lips. “Can I get the money before five days?” Zane was quiet for a mome

Zane:I wasn't expecting it to be this easy. And I definitely wasn't expecting Stephanie to come to me by herself.I had already been planning ways to convince her to agree. So when my friends and I stepped out of the elevator and I saw her there in the reception, being manhandled by security, I was caught by surprise.She'd signed the contract after reading through it and tried to hide her face from me because her eyes had been red from crying over something she saw on her phone. And now we were at the bureau.It was going faster than I would have imagined, but the sooner the better.Stephanie bit her lips as she glanced down at the paper before her. The marriage registration form sat on the desk in front of us.We were in a small office at the civil affairs bureau. Just us, my friends and a bored-looking clerk.“Any allergies I should know about?” the clerk asked, not looking up from her computer screen.“No,” Stephanie said, her eyes shifted to mine, and for a moment I stared dazed

Stephanie: The mover arrived at my apartment very early the next morning. And by early, I mean around 6 A.M. I wasn't even awake when they had arrived because my shift wasn't until 1 P.M. My daily shift at the hospital aligned with Sloane's, so she helped me in arranging my things. Actually, we basically did nothing but watch the two bulky men as they carried my boxes like they weighed absolutely nothing. The same boxes that I had been struggling to move from my bedroom to the living room. It wasn't difficult for them to lift it down the stairs. My apartment was on the fourth floor, by the way. “Are you actually going over to his place dressed like this?” Sloane assessed me, her brow bouncing into a frown. I glanced down at my baggy sleep top and black worn-out joggers. By worn out, I meant it was faded. “As long as it doesn't have a tear anywhere, I think I'm fine.” I joked. Sloane's lips didn't crack into a smile; she looked unimpressed. I spared her a blank look. “Am I s

Stephanie: Ares tilted his head, taking a step forward to sniff me again, but I stepped back before he could get to me. “Male?” I asked, raising a brow at Zane, who was already glancing down at me, standing closer than I remembered. He nodded, and I cleared my throat, avoiding his expectant gaze that flickered between Ronnie and me. The silence between us was prolonged and too uncomfortable, leaving me with no choice but to do the introduction he was clearly expecting me to. I patted Ronnie's black fur, and he purred. “Zane, meet Ronnie. Ronnie, meet Zane.” Zane didn't look away from me, and how I would have loved to capture the scowl on his face. “That's all?” He pressed. My brows pulled together, and I tried so hard to feign ignorance as he stared hard at me. Shrugging, I nodded. “Umm, yeah? Is there anything else I'm supposed to say?” His expression remained blank, and I wouldn't have needed any other indication that he wasn't impressed except there was a small t

Stephanie: The surgical waiting room had become my second home over the past four hours. I'd already changed into my scrubs an hour ago, clocking in for my shift, but I couldn't focus on anything else. Between checking vitals on my assigned patients and updating charts, I kept finding excuses to pass by the surgical wing. “Stephanie, you're going to wear a hole in that floor.” I heard footsteps closing in from behind me, and I turned to see who it was. Levi’s eyes fell on me as he slowed to a stop where I was standing and leaned his back against the wall before glancing up at the red blinking light in the room. A sigh escaped my lips, and I stopped pacing, resting my back against the wall too. “Levi.” I tried to smile. “Have you heard anything?” “Not yet. But no news is usually good news in these situations.” He studied my face for a moment. “When's the last time you ate something? Because every single time I've walked by here this morning, you were either pacing around or sq