Todos os capítulos de Claimed by Two Brothers: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

I woke with a splitting headache and, barely opening my eyes, immediately regretted that the day had begun at all. I knew I had to get up, but I simply couldn’t bring myself to do it. With great effort, I reached under the bed for my bag, hoping to find a lifesaving pill, but my first-aid kit was empty. Only two crumpled adhesive bandages lay abandoned in the inner pocket.A soft knock sounded at the bedroom door.“Come in,” I called.An enormous bouquet of red flowers entered first, followed by my mother. She found a vase and carefully arranged the flowers inside it. A slim, elongated box landed on the bed in front of me, and I forced myself to sit up, suppressing another surge of pain.“What is this?” I asked, picking up the box. A note was attached, its message oddly confusing. No sender was indicated.“It was just delivered by a courier,” my mother replied cheerfully, adjusting the bouquet.“And how do you know it’s for me? Maybe it’s another admirer sending something to Aunt Amin

She collapsed into his arms, losing consciousness. He caught Nadya instantly and stared down at her pale face in alarm. How much did someone have to love their job to push themselves this far? And what had she meant by that final, no less mysterious remark? She had given him a chance—proof that something between them might actually work, if…Too many obstacles stood in their way right now.Darvin understood perfectly well that he would be a complete bastard if he abandoned a pregnant woman—or worse, forced her to get rid of the child. He would have to stay as far away from Batalova as possible until Stas was absolutely certain that Sveta was truly carrying his baby. With another woman, he might not have doubted it—but this one was different. Not like the others. He constantly reproached himself for ever feeling sorry for little Sveta and all her supposed life troubles. After that, everything had spiraled out of control on its own.Who would have thought that Stas—so accustomed to vari

I had never seen my boss this nervous before. It was only the debut show of a new designer’s first collection—so why was he pacing back and forth as if royalty were about to arrive? Everything had been ready for ages. Rehearsals had gone smoothly, assistants were in place, yet the man looked on the verge of collapse. One of the girls from our group dared to approach him and ask if everything was all right. The poor thing was met with such a torrent of instructions and corrections that she didn’t know where to look or how to react—and the moment Valen finally fell silent, she fled. After that, no one else dared to go near him. We all waited in tense silence for the show to begin at seven.Early that morning, just before leaving home, I had received a message from my parents wishing me luck, and it filled me with quiet confidence. What could possibly go wrong when the models were walking the runway barefoot? There was no risk of a heel snapping or a strap breaking at the worst possible

After one celebration, another followed almost immediately, and nearly the entire Saturday was devoted to preparing for it. This time, however, my parents were far from cheerful, and the tension was painfully obvious at breakfast. A sharp pang of guilt hit me when I realized I was the reason for it all, and I decided to talk to my father. Even though it was his day off, he still chose to go into the office.“Dad!” I called, hurrying after him toward the front door.He paused only on the last step and turned around.“What is it, Nadya?”“Can I talk to you? Do you have a minute?”I stepped down and stood in front of him, waiting for a positive answer, but one look at his face told me something was wrong.“I’m sorry, sweetheart, but I really don’t have much time today. Did something important happen?”“Are you and Mom okay?” I asked, voicing the question that had been tormenting me the most.“We’ll talk tonight,” he said gently.My father gave me a crooked smile, got into the car, and dr

When the first pale light began to filter through the windows, the girl slipped out of bed. Darvin was already awake, silently watching her flawless body, still barely visible in the dimness. She shivered and quietly began to cry. He wanted to comfort her, but he understood all too well that no words would help now. Coming to terms with what had happened would take time—and Vlad intended to give her that time.Very slowly, the delicate silhouette straightened and moved toward the bathroom.Darvin rose as well. As he approached the door, he heard the sound of running water—and something far more unsettling: soft, broken sobs. It was bad enough that she had already realized everything and knew she had spent the night with him. Now it was best for him to leave and give her space.Pulling on his clothes in a hurry, Darvin left the room, quietly closing the door behind him. As he made his way downstairs, he intended to slip out of the house unnoticed, but just as he reached the front door,