Claimed By The Einstein Brothers

Chapter 1— violet

“you are not marrying him end of discussion.”

I paced back and forth, anger oozing off me.

“You do not have the right to stop me from getting married to him. I love him, and there is nothing that is ever going to change that.”

My father shook his head, clearly disappointed, but right now, I didn’t care.

“Why can’t you see that he’s using you? Justin doesn’t care about you.”

“And you do?” I asked, folding my arms over my chest.

“Of course I do,” my father replied softly. You are my daughter and I love you so much

“No, you don’t. Because if you did, you would allow me marry the person my heart beats for.”

“Violet you are young. You know nothing about love and marriage. This is all his idea, and you are going to regret it.”

I couldn’t believe my father was saying all this. I thought he would at least support me, be happy for me.

“We are getting married with your support or without. I am going to marry the man I love, and there is nothing you can do about it.”

My father stood up and stood inches away from me.

“If you get married to Justin, do not come running when everything backfires.”

“Oh, please,” I scoffed. “Like how your marriage was perfect with mom

Violet,” my father called my name.

I could see his face drain of color, his expression a mixture of shock, anger, disappointment, and sadness. But I was so full of anger, I didn’t stop.

“If you try to stop my wedding with Justin, be rest assured that I will disown you as my father.”

Without looking back, I walked away.

A cold splash of water hit me, and when I opened my eyes again, I was back to reality.

The divorce papers sat in front of me.

“Sign it,” Justin said, his voice cold and detached.

I didn’t say a word. I just moved my soaked hair to the side of my face.

Chloe stood there, smirking, the empty cup she had dumped on my head still in her hand.

“You’re just going to stay there and watch her treat me like this?” I said, my voice calm—too calm. I had no strength to fight anymore.

“And who the hell are you?” Justin said, using a tone he had once promised he would never use on me.

He didn’t sound like the man I married six months ago—the man I had disobeyed my father for. He sounded like a beast, the same beast I was warned against

“You really don’t have any use for me, so why keep being married to me?”

“So you only got married to me because I was useful?”

“Of course,” Justin laughed. “Your family was useful. You had assets—things I wanted to get my hands on.”

“I thought you loved me. You told me you loved me.”

Chloe cackled loudly. “He thought he loved you because you were dumb. Look at yourself. Do you really think he would leave me for you? What do you even have to offer? Your father’s company is bankrupt, and you have no class. You are worthless.”

She walked over slowly and sat on Justin’s lap.

Everything still felt unreal, like I was in a nightmare I couldn’t wake up from. I didn’t want this to be real. Justin wouldn’t do this to me.

“I need you to sign those papers and leave my life forever.”

He told me he loved me.

I muttered it under my breath over and over again. It felt like everything happening still refused to register in my head. I was in so much denial, and I wanted this to be a dream so badly—a dream I would wake up from and find Justin lying next to me on the bed.

But right in front of me, another woman sat on his lap, and he was caressing her without a single trace of remorse or shame. And he stared at me with disgust, like I was some common piece of trash.

This same man who once adored me—he practically kissed the floor I walked on.

So many times, Chloe had come here, pretending to be my friend. Justin always said they worked together and that he only had eyes for me. No one else I was so blinded by love, I believed him, not knowing he had been cheating on me right from under my nose.

Sign the divorce papers, Justin, or I’ll get someone to make you do it—and believe me, it won’t be pretty.”

I picked up the pen slowly and signed my signature.

Inside me, I felt so much anger. I wanted to fight. I wanted them to pay. But on the outside, I showed no expression.

My father predicted this all along, and I was a fool not to have believed him.

Now I had nowhere to go, and after everything I had said six months ago, how would I face my father?

I got into my car—the only thing that was actually in my name—and drove straight to the home I had sworn never to return to.

I sat in my car for almost thirty minutes, just staring at the rainfall. I didn’t know how to face my father.

All the tears I had been holding back rushed out like a dam that had burst. I cried silently until I couldn’t anymore, then I began screaming, hitting the steering wheel, but even that felt too heavy.

No one could hear me, and that was actually a good thing, because I looked pathetic.

How could this have happened to me?

I got out of the car, not caring if the rain drenched me or not. I didn’t walk fast to the door; every step I took was deliberate, thinking of a million ways I could apologize to my father, but none of it felt right. None of it could salvage what I had said to him.

But when I stood directly in front of the door, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I hadn’t realized it had been there. I slowly pulled it out, and on the screen was a message from Dr. Jade: Congratulations—the pregnancy test came out positive.