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A Bitter Goodbye
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2025-12-28 22:13:10
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My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin The Burial
The burial came faster than my heart could keep up with. It was only a day after her death. My stepdad said she had told him she wanted to be buried soon after her death. Learning that my mum had been preparing ahead of her own death had only made me cry deeper.I stood there under a dull sky, dressed in black, sunglasses hiding eyes that were swollen and aching. Carol stood beside me, her arm around my back, steadying me when my legs forgot how to hold my weight.The pastor spoke about heaven, rest and peace.All I could think about was how my mother used to hum when she cooked. How she used to braid my hair even when I pretended I was too old for it. How she used to say my name like it was something precious. When she told me about the lords…how she cared for me in her own faulty way.‘Mum.’The word echoed painfully inside me now, unanswered.John stood a few steps away, grief carved deep into his posture. When he came to me, he wrapped his arms around me carefully, like he was afr
My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin A Bitter Goodbye
~Teyana’s POV~I went to the hospital that morning believing I still had time.Before now, I had been resting in my apartment with Carol by my side. Jeremy didn’t look back. He hadn’t reached out. My healing was quite fast too.I only experienced body weakness every now and then- including the heaviness in my heart that stayed and refused to go. John had been going to see my mother frequently. He must have felt guilty after I confronted him. He called me regularly, and even sent some huge sums to my account without informing me ahead- so that I wouldn’t lack anything I needed for proper healing.This morning, I was ready to see my mother. I was eager to face her again after we talked on the phone last night. As usual, she was able to spot the hesitation in my voice and had asked if I wanted to tell her anything.She had asked about the baby too and had made me promise again that I wouldn’t remove the pregnancy. If only she knew. I had wanted to tell her on the phone last night, but I
My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin Regret And Realization
~Teyana’s POV~My Stepdad stood near the window at first, arms folded, staring out at the parking lot below like he was trying to keep himself together for my sake. Vance must have informed him, and now he knew about my pregnancy, and that I had aborted his son’s baby. I wondered how that must have felt to him- considering it was after I confronted him and Mariah earlier today.He finally turned around and approached my bed, “You shouldn’t let Jeremy’s words get to you,” he said gently, pulling the chair beside my bed closer and sitting down. “He was only speaking from a place of anger.”I stared at the ceiling instead of looking at him.My body was still heavy, weak in that quiet way that whispered pain into every movement. My lower abdomen ached faintly, like a reminder I couldn’t switch off. My chest hurt more. That one was louder.John continued, carefully choosing his words like each sentence could either help me breathe or push me further under.“What you did,” he said slowly,
My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin I Release You
~Jeremy’s POV~I had been sitting here for so long that the plastic chair beneath me had molded to my weight, or maybe I had gone numb enough not to feel it anymore. My hands were clasped together, fingers interlocked so tightly my knuckles had turned pale, yet I hadn’t noticed when it happened.Carrying her in earlier had felt mechanical, like my body was moving ahead of my mind, like instinct had taken over because if I stopped to think, I might have shattered completely.I had been afraid she would die.That fear had been sharp, animalistic, clawing at my chest as I held her weight and felt how fragile she was, how wrong that felt. But now that fear had dulled into something heavier. Anger. A quiet, simmering anger that sat in my lungs and refused to let me breathe properly.I didn’t pray- didn’t pace. I just sat there.When Carol finally came toward me, I shifted and looked up at her. Her steps were hesitant, face pale. I was eager to hear an update from her.“She’s stable now,” s
My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin The Forfeited Chance
~Jeremy’s POV~•Hours Earlier•I had rebuilt my life piece by piece. Quietly and intentionally.I went back into racing fully, I continued painting, and I was silently building an empire nobody knew about- outside here of course. I painted slow strokes for long hours, letting my thoughts spill onto canvas. I returned to the underground boxing ring once, only once, and it didn’t hit the same anymore. The rage that once fueled it was gone. Or maybe it had settled into something quieter. I replaced it with gym sessions instead. I was more disciplined and controlled now. A routine that made me feel a lot stronger than I used to be.I moved my studies online. I wasn’t going back to Stanford. There was no point pretending as if there was something left for me here anymore, except my ride. After the international race, I’d be leaving for Vegas.So my life became structured.Race.Paint.Gym.Ride with Zayne and the biker boys.And stay away from the Carter house.That last one wasn’t negoti
My Biker Stepbrother, My Ruin Rage
~Teyana’s POV~I had noticed it long before I admitted it to myself. John had stopped coming as often to the hospital to visit my mother.At first, I told myself I was being unfair, that men like him- men who carried companies- underground duties on their backs and countries in their contacts, measured love differently. But hospitals have a way of stripping excuses bare. You start noticing patterns when you spend every day staring at the same walls like I had for sometime now in my mother’s ward. My mother noticed too. She never said it outright, but she asked about him in ways that pretended not to ask.“Were you in the house today? Did John eat today?”“Did he mention if he’s traveling again?”“Tell him not to rush. I’ll be fine.”She was never fine.And now, because I would need days of rest after the abortion- days where I wouldn’t be able to move without folding in on myself- someone else had to take my place beside her hospital bed. Aunt Kelly had flown back to London for urge
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