All Chapters of Left at the altar, Claimed by his uncle: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Lyra reached for her bottle of water, gulped down, then wiped her mouth. “If you can't keep up, just say so.”Tyson studied her for a moment, noticing the way she held the bottle with more force than necessary. “You're angry.”She just shrugged, bouncing on her feet instead, fists up. Yet she wouldn’t meet his eyes. “Why would I be? Did you do something wrong?” Tyson went still for a second. There it was— The trap question.He exhaled and shifted his stance, like he was actually thinking. “I don’t know. Am I too good that my twin doesn’t measure up?” He smirked. “I imagine that must be frustrating.”Her fist flew. He caught it. His fingers closed around her knuckles, calloused and warm. For half a second he didn’t let go. She felt the grip tighten then release, like he was deciding whether to hold on.“I didn’t use it,” she snapped, yanking her hand free. “And not like it’s any of your business. Daphne was just trying to mess with me.”“Of course.” His smirk faded, his expression tur

Tyson woke up with a groan, his head feeling like it'd split open. Same nightmare as always. Same thing that haunted his dreams. It was always bad whenever he came back from Russia. This time it was worse. His hopes had risen so high, only to have it crushed into pieces. Back to square one. He pulled out a bottle of painkillers from the drawer, popped one and swallowed. Each trip to Russia drained him more than the last. As he stood in front of the huge panoramic windows of his bedroom, he stared into Manhattan's nightlife. How long had he been asleep? After sparring with Lyra, he'd showered and took something to help him sleep. He needed it, especially since he'd barely slept this past week. Tyson moved across the room to the table. He reached for the framed picture that usually sat there and exhaled—a constant reminder of how much he'd fucked up. Then he opened a drawer and placed it inside carefully. Everything would be fine again. It had to be. He'll make sur

The terrace was already full when Lyra and Fiona arrived. Hanging lights that bathed the area in warmth. A long table with polished wine glasses reflected the flames of the candles arranged down the center. On it was a feast—roasted meats, grilled vegetables, fresh bread, and steaming dishes prepared by their Michelin-starred chefs. Nothing short of the usual Wilson family dinner. Yet the atmosphere was so stiff, the tension could be cut with a saw. At the head of the table sat Grandpa Wilson, wearing his usual navy blazer with gold cufflinks that caught the light. Fiona and Lyra went over there to say their hellos before grabbing seats. “Hey, Lyra,” Drea, who was seated on Grandpa Wilson's right side, greeted. Then she giggled at the phone where her full attention was directed. Drea was Alex's teenage sister. She was at that age where they hated anything and anyone, and family gatherings like this felt like a death sentence for them. “Hey, Drea,” Lyra responded, quietly taking

As they walked back, Tyson was still holding on to Lyra. She pretended her hair needed adjusting, and pulled her hand away from his. He glanced at her briefly, but didn't say a word. They reached their seats, and Tyson pulled out Lyra's chair. “Thanks,” she murmured, lowering herself quickly, so as not to draw any more attention towards them. Alex's grip tightened around his cutlery. While Fiona still had her suspicious look. Tyson sat too. Dinner felt a tiny bit less tense. But only for Lyra. “My dear, how's working at Helixion? I hope it's not too demanding?” Grandpa asked Lyra. He peeked at his son. “He's a bit thorough, isn't he?” “He is.” Lyra laughed and Tyson raised a brow at her. “But he's nice.” Grandpa Wilson glanced at Tyson again. Something flashed in his eyes for half a second before he nodded. “I see…” After a moment, he deboned a piece of fish and placed it on Tyson's plate. “You used to like when I did this for you.” Tyson shrugged and picked it up

Back at the Wilson's estate, the servants cleared the half-eaten meals and untouched full courses. The Wilson family had long dispersed after what happened. Every step Fiona took was laced with rage strong enough to crush the floorboards. After Nadine left, she’d demanded to talk to Alex in his room. As soon as they entered the room, Fiona shut the door behind her. Alex was the first to speak. “That damn Tyson—” She slapped him. He blinked. “Mum—” Fiona bit the inside of her cheek hard, almost as if the word ‘mum’ seemed to bring out all the anger in her. She channeled all that energy and struck him again. Alex's head whipped to the side from the force. His eyes widened with shock and he pressed a palm on his burning face. “What the fuck?!” He fumed. “Why does everyone keep hitting me?” “I've had enough! You keep acting like a damn child!!” Alex recoiled, his face twisting into a scowl. “What?” “You had only one job—get Lyra to marry you. She was already head over heels i