All Chapters of Claimed by the wrong leister brother: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

“Don’t you dare tell me to lower my voice.” “I’m not doing this with you.” “Of course you’re not.” Her laugh came out brittle, thin. “You never do anything with me anymore, do you? You make your decisions. And then you expect me to just stand there and accept it.” “That’s not what this is.” “Then what is it?” Another silence. I stared at the narrow gap of light between the door and the frame, my pulse starting to climb. “I’ve given you enough time,” my father said. “Time?” Her voice cracked around the word. “You want to talk about time? You chose today, Nicholas. Today. Of every single day you could have brought this into our son’s wedding—” “I’m not the one who brought it into the wedding. The paperwork was supposed to be handled privately.” “Then why is it here?” “Because I want this finished.” My stomach dropped straight through the floor. What finished? “You couldn’t even wait until Luca left for his honeymoon?” Her voice climbed, more raw now. “One day, Nicholas. On

NOAH’S POV(The reception)“I’m telling you, Noey, I don’t even want to imagine how much this wedding cost.”“Hmm.”Quinn adjusted Micah against her chest, careful not to wake him. He was fast asleep, one small fist curled near his mouth. In her free hand, she held a champagne flute, taking the occasional sip while her eyes moved over the garden like she was pricing everything.“Look at these flowers. The chairs. The food.” She shook her head. “There are probably staff here who make more per hour than I do in a month.”I hummed, not really listening.A waiter passed behind us carrying a tray of champagne.Somewhere to my left, a woman laughed too loudly. A string quartet played beneath the white canopy. The whole garden looked like it had been lifted out of a magazine and set down intact.Everything was beautiful. Everything was expensive.And I couldn’t stop scanning the crowd for a man I had no business looking for.Which was almost funny, considering I hadn’t seen him since the ch

KADE’S POV Fuck this family. Twelve years. They’d kept me away, because blaming me for Finn’s death had always been easier than facing whatever truth actually killed him. Two golden boys, once — Finn and Luca, twins, inseparable until one of them stopped breathing in my arms. One got buried. The other got to grow up believing his family could do no wrong. I got years of silence and a continent between us. And here they all were, playing happy family like none of it had ever happened. Fucking unbelievable. I took a glass of champagne off a passing tray and scanned the garden. Atlas was pacing again — same six feet of grass, back and forth, like a caged animal with a personal grudge against the lawn. That was his fourth glass of champagne in his other hand. At this rate he’d either get drunk enough to stop glaring at me, or sober enough to finally do something about it. He stopped pacing and looked dead at me. I raised my glass. He lifted his middle finger. Charming. He’d b

Luca stared at me. And for a second I thought he hadn’t understood a single word. Then his fist connected with my jaw. My head snapped sideways, pain flaring sharp and immediate, bright enough to sting behind my eyes. I rolled my jaw, tasted copper, and looked back him. I wiped my mouth with my thumb, glanced at the blood smeared across it, and smiled. “Feel better?” “Shut the hell up.” “That bad, huh?” He grabbed the front of my jacket, knuckles turning white against the fabric. “You’re lying.” “About which part? The pregnancy, or the part where your wife didn’t get knocked up by the Holy Spirit?” His grip tightened. I could practically hear the last functioning brain cell he had left begging him not to hit me a second time. He ignored it. “You’re a fucking liar.” “How about you ask your wife.” He shoved me backward. Someone near us gasped, a short sharp sound swallowed fast by the music still playing, absurdly, under all of it. Before either of us could move again, At

NOAH’S POV“What bet, Kade?”Behind us, the reception carried on in fragments. The music still drifted across the garden, but the laughter had thinned to scattered murmurs.My heart hammered hard enough I could feel it in my throat.Kade stared at me. His jaw was tight, his lower lip split from Luca’s fist, blood drying dark at the corner of his mouth. His jacket hung rumpled, his hair a mess from the fight.“Kade.”He dragged his tongue over the split and winced.“You’ll have to be more specific, sweetheart. I’ve made several questionable decisions in my life.”My stomach tightened.Sweetheart.He’d called me that when he’d pulled me close, when his mouth had been against my skin.“What bet did you make with Luca!?”He glanced over my shoulder, back toward the reception, where Luca still stood surrounded by both families and a steadily growing crowd of curious guests. Then his eyes came back to mine.“Go back inside, Noah.”A cold shiver crawled down my spine.“Answer me.”“You don