All Chapters of Claimed by Two Brothers: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

“What kind of model is it—if it’s not a secret?” Darvin asked, his eyes fixed on the road.They had entered the old part of the city, where the pavement turned viciously uneven, forcing him to swerve around deep potholes every few yards.“No idea. We’ll find out when we get there. Honestly, I still can’t believe Nina managed to find anyone decent.”“Nina?” Stas echoed, but didn’t get an answer. The girl had already started a phone call and was no longer paying him any attention.An unpleasant thought crept in. What if it was that Nina—his old acquaintance? If so, he wanted nothing to do with it. No matter what model she had lined up, Darvin would rather share a meal at a shelter than help that woman with anything after what she’d once—“Stas, are you even listening to me?” Sveta’s voice snapped him back to reality.“What?”“Tomorrow’s Saturday. Are you coming to the party? I went through so much trouble just for you, and if—”“You know I’m not in the mood for fun right now. My grandfa

Mom pulled into the driveway just as I was stepping out of the car. Having only one vehicle was honestly inconvenient for everyday errands, but convincing my father to buy Mom her own car had always been nearly impossible. When Dad was home more often, he drove her everywhere himself. Lately, though, work kept him tied up constantly, and hiring a driver had become unavoidable.She stepped out of the yellow sedan, spotted me in the driveway, and walked over.“Finished already?” she asked with a warm smile, taking my hand—just like she used to when I was little—and guiding me toward the house.“Yes. But why didn’t you tell us you were heading into the city? We could’ve driven you and waited.”“Oh, sweetheart, just a few little errands. Nothing important. We don’t have much time before evening, so we’d better hurry.”“What do you mean?”“Today is Friday, and—”Oh no. Not this. How could I forget my mother’s obsession with going to the theater every single Friday? It was torture. I hated

I woke up very early the next morning. I had waited up for my mother the night before, but she hadn’t come home—at least not until after I’d already fallen asleep. I needed to talk to her, and there was no putting that conversation off any longer. My father wouldn’t be back for a few more days, but I was afraid I wouldn’t last that long. I might just pack up and head to the neighboring city, to my small one-bedroom apartment—where no one intruded on my space. Just quiet. Just peace.You get used to comfort quickly. And when you’re suddenly thrown into an environment that does nothing but grate on your nerves, all you want is to escape. No matter the cost.I walked into the dining room and found half the family already at the table. There were only two of them, but neither was the person I needed. Aunt Amina was eating an omelet, while Vanya was enthusiastically recounting some story, gesturing so wildly he nearly knocked over his glass. I had no desire to sit with them, so I asked fro

I never expected the party to be by the lake—neither did Nina. We both showed up in dresses and sky-high stilettos. We had to take off our shoes, but there was nothing we could do about the dresses.“Your friend could’ve warned us about this,” I muttered irritably, stumbling over yet another snag hidden in the sand.“Oh, just wait—she’s going to hear about it once we get there,” Nina grumbled, quickening her pace even though this was definitely not terrain meant for rushing.The closer we got to the water, the deeper the sand became beneath our feet. The place was undeniably picturesque, but I’d never been anywhere this wild before, and it made me deeply uncomfortable. The smell of smoke and loud music drifted from somewhere ahead. Voices grew louder, and after we pushed past a few more trees and bushes, a crowd came into view—the party was already in full swing.It looked like Nina and I were the only ones who hadn’t put on swimsuits, which somehow made the evening feel even worse. I

A sharp jolt forced my eyes open, but I still couldn’t understand what was happening. Faint glimmers of light flickered somewhere ahead—and nothing more.A door creaked, and then I felt myself being carried. Maybe I was dreaming, though it felt far more like a nightmare. The uncertainty was terrifying, rattling me to my core and instantly clearing my head. No—I wasn’t asleep.“Everything’s okay. Don’t be scared,” a familiar voice said. “I’ll turn on the light.”I was gently lowered onto something soft, and the room flooded with brightness. It didn’t help much—I still couldn’t see clearly, only blurred outlines of an unfamiliar space.“Where am I?” I whispered.“In my room. I didn’t dare take you home in that condition. Just imagining your mom’s reaction…”Memories of the recent past rushed back, and I curled in on myself. The realization that I was helpless in a man’s bedroom made my skin prickle.“Why did you bring me here?”“So you could clean up. I’m not going to hurt you—don’t wor