All Chapters of Claimed By The Voss Twins : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Celeste's Pov Two years after the arrangement broke, I was pregnant.Not planned. Not discussed beforehand. Just something that happened because we stopped using protection and started trusting that whatever came would be manageable.Nico wanted to know whose it was. I told him it didn't matter. He disagreed."Of course it matters. Legally. Practically. For the child.""The child will have two fathers. That's what matters.""You can't tell which one—""I don't know. And I don't care. Both of you contributed to this. Both of you are responsible. Both of you will be involved."Eli was more philosophical about it. "Does it change how you feel about the pregnancy?""No. Does it change how you feel about me?""No.""Then it doesn't matter."We were both right and both wrong. It mattered and didn't matter simultaneously. The child would be biologically one of theirs but practically both of theirs. Just like our marriage was legally one thing and practically another.We were learning to exi

Eli's Pov The first crack appeared when Sofia was eight months old.Not dramatic. Just small. A disagreement about something insignificant that revealed something significant underneath.Celeste wanted to hire a nanny so she could attend classes full-time. Nico wanted her home more. I thought both of them were right and neither of them were listening to each other."She's our daughter," Nico said. "She needs her mother present.""She has two fathers present. She has you. She has Eli. She doesn't need me here constantly.""We're not the same as a mother.""Why not? You're capable of doing everything I do. You're competent. You love her. Why does it have to be me specifically?""Because you carried her. Because she knows your smell. Your voice. Because you're her mother.""And you're her father. But you're working. You're absent. But somehow that's acceptable when you do it.""That's different. That's providing for the family.""So am I. I'm providing for her future. For her mother's m

Nico's Pov Six months after Castellano's offer, we made a public announcement.Not about the marriage specifically. But about the restructured empire. About dual leadership. About Sofia as the joint heir.The media took it and ran with it.Within days, journalists were calling. Asking questions about the "unconventional Voss family." Wanting interviews. Wanting to understand how two brothers could share power equally. How a child could have two legal fathers."We're becoming a spectacle," Eli said after the hundredth call."We're becoming visible," I corrected. "There's a difference.""Is there? Because it feels like our privacy just became public property."He was right. But the alternative was hiding. Pretending to be something we weren't. And we'd spent enough time doing that.I gave an interview to a major publication. Explained the arrangement without sensationalizing it. Talked about Sofia. About the legal precedent we'd set. About why unconventional families deserved recogniti

CELESTE'S PovFive years after the arrangement broke, someone from my past showed up.A woman. Mid-thirties. She said her name was Victoria Cross. Said she needed to talk to me privately.I agreed to meet her at a café. Neutral territory."I know who you are," Victoria said without preamble. "I know about your family. I know about the structure you've built.""Okay. Why does that matter?""Because I'm writing an exposé. About the Voss family. About organized crime. About how unconventional family structures are being used to mask illegal operations.""We're not masking anything. Everything we do is documented and legal.""Everything visible is legal. But there's a lot that's not visible. Viktor's connections. The businesses that fund your legitimate operations. The money that flows through channels most people don't see."I went very still. Because she was right. We'd restructured the visible part of the operation. But the foundation was still built on criminal enterprise."What do yo

CELESTE'S POVI stood at the wide glass doors of the sunroom, watching Sofia chase the dog across the back lawn. She was twelve now, all long legs and opinions, her dark hair flying behind her like a banner. The dog—a ridiculous golden retriever Eli had brought home last year—barked happily as she zigzagged through the grass. For a moment, everything felt ordinary. Just a mother watching her daughter play on a quiet Saturday afternoon.But nothing about our life had ever been ordinary.Ten years. That’s how long it had been since I signed that contract and stepped into this house expecting to survive it. Ten years since I learned there were two men wearing the same face, and both of them had decided I belonged to them. Some days I still couldn’t believe it. Other days it felt like the only truth that had ever made sense.“You’re thinking too hard again,” Nico said behind me. His voice was low, the way it got when he’d been watching me for a while. I turned and found him leaning agains