Claimed by my Sister's Fiancé 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 1 - 챕터 10

ELIRA POV"Please. Talk to him for me."Priya wouldn't look up from her nails. "Talk to who? Dad? Or Kian?""Either. Both." My voice cracked on the second word. "I don't want to leave home, Priya. This is all I have."She finally lifted her eyes, and for one second, one small stupid second, I thought I saw something soft in them. Then it was gone."Fine," she said. "I'll ask Dad to let you stay. On one condition.""Anything.""You stay away from Kian. Forever. No looking at him. No talking to him. If he's in a room, you leave it." She stood, smoothing her skirt. "Can you do that?""Yes." I said it before she'd even finished. "Yes, I promise."Priya smiled then, and it was the wrong kind of smile, the kind that didn't reach anywhere near her eyes."You're too naive." She said it soft, almost gentle, which somehow made it worse. "You're a bastard, Elira. You should have left this house years ago." She picked up my bag from the floor and dropped it at my feet. "Pack your things. Dad want

ELIRA POV"Elira Hart. I never thought I'd see your face again."I froze on the pavement. The human town was grey and unfamiliar around me, rain starting to needle down, and the voice belonged to a face I hadn't seen since I was a child.Greta. My father's old housekeeper. She'd left the pack when I was nine and I'd never known why."You look half starved," she said, and there was no judgement in it, only worry. "Come inside. Out of the rain."Her flat above the bakery was small and warm and smelled like bread. She didn't ask me a single question about the bruises on my face or the way I flinched when she moved too quickly near me. She just seemed to already understand, in the way people do when they've watched a family for long enough to know exactly what it's capable of."I heard what happened," she said eventually, setting tea in front of me. "Word travels, even out here.""Then you know they threw me out.""I know Marisol slapped you in front of the whole house and Robert called y

ELIRA POV"You're turning down the biggest pack merger this quarter, and you won't even tell me why."Dmitri stood in the doorway of my office with a contract folder in one hand and an expression that had stopped being patient about ten seconds ago."I don't need a reason," I said, not looking up from my screen. "I own the company. I choose the contracts.""Ashgrove Textiles is offering triple our usual margin."My pen stopped moving.Three years. Three years since I'd walked out of that pack with a bag, a bottle of evidence, and a heartbeat under my ribs that wasn't mine alone anymore. Three years of building Hart Exports from a single trading licence into something that made packs across two territories return my calls within the hour.And now Ashgrove wanted in."No," I said.Dmitri set the folder down on my desk, hard enough that the papers slid. "Elira. This isn't a business decision anymore. You've turned down every single Ashgrove proposal for two years straight, and each time

ELIRA POV"There was a second bottle. I never told you because I hoped you'd never need to know."Greta sat across from me at my own kitchen table, hands wrapped so tightly around her teacup her knuckles had gone pale."Greta." My voice came out low and dangerous even to my own ears. "You've had three years to tell me everything. Why stop short.""Because the second bottle wasn't hidden in your mother's room." She set the cup down without drinking from it. "It was hidden in Marisol's."The room went very quiet."I found it the week before I was dismissed," Greta went on. "I was cleaning Marisol's private study, and it had rolled under a cabinet. Same glass. Same herb residue inside. I thought at the time it might mean nothing, that perhaps she'd simply taken the same remedy for something else entirely." Her mouth tightened. "I've had eighteen years to stop believing that excuse.""You think Marisol had two bottles made. One to give my mother, and one kept in reserve.""I think," Greta

ELIRA POV"Ms Hart, the Ashgrove delegation has arrived early."My assistant's voice through the intercom made my pen freeze halfway through a signature."Early," I repeated. "By how much.""Twenty minutes, ma'am. They're in the main conference room."Twenty minutes I didn't have to steady myself with. I stood, smoothed down the front of my blazer, and caught my own reflection in the office window. Three years had changed a great deal about the woman looking back at me. Sharper collarbones. Sharper eyes. Nothing soft left in my expression at all, not anymore.I told myself I was ready. I had been telling myself that for a week straight.I walked the long corridor toward the conference room slowly, deliberately, because I refused to let anyone see me hurry into anything, least of all this. Dmitri fell into step beside me halfway there, folder in hand, his face carefully neutral in a way that told me he suspected exactly how much this meeting mattered to me and had decided not to ask ag