CHAPTER THREE

GAME ON, BITCH

RAVEN POV

Daniel swore he deleted everything after we broke up. Gosh, why did I ever think it was a good idea to get fucking recorded? “Jeez.”

Before I could spiral, my door was open.

Nicole came in, still wearing only Jake’s oversized shirt, and her hair was scattered. She slammed the door behind her and locked it.

“Raven, what the hell was that knock about?” She demanded, eyes filled with anger and worry. “You looked like you were about to cry when you saw me with Jake.”

I opened my mouth, but no words came out. My eyes found their way to her bare thighs, her shirt barely covered her pussy. Even at this moment, with everything happening, my urges still tried to betray me.

Nicole stepped closer with a low voice. “Talk to me. Is it the fire? The baby? Or is it… me?

She sat on the bed, too close. Her knee brushed against my thigh. “I’m fine,” I lied, my voice cracked a bit.

She leaned in, searching my eyes. For a second there, I thought she was going to kiss me. Instead, she ran a finger on the nipple close to her and moved in a straight line down to my belly.

It sent shivers down my spine. One minute her eyes were on my chest, the next minute she grabbed my phone from my lap.

Before I could stop her, the screen lit up with a black mail message. Nicole’s eyes widened. She read for as long as I could possibly remember and viewed the video thumbnail.

“Raven…what the actual shitness is this?”

I snatched the phone back, face burning with embarrassment. “It’s nothing. Just some sick prank from a fucking psycho.”

“Bullshit.” Her voice thundered in my room. “That's you with your ex, Daniel and some dickhead has the balls to threaten you?”

The room felt so suffocating. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me for real. 

Nicole ran a hand through her hair, thinking really fast. “Okay, we can handle this. Tomorrow you're going straight to the museum, but you’re not going alone. I’m coming with you.”

My stomach flipped. “Nicole, no…”

“Yes.” She stood up, the shirt riding up and flashing her bare ass again. “You’re my stepsister. I’m not letting some coward ruin you.”

She paced once, then stopped, eyes narrowing. “Wait… Daniel was at the fire scene today. He saw you. What if it’s him?”

“What? No, it’s not possible—“

Before I could answer, another text came in…this time from an unknown number, but with a photo attached.

I opened it.

It was a screenshot of Daniel’s phone gallery… with the original sex tape file still saved. Plus a new message:

Unknown: Tell anyone and the video goes live tonight instead of tomorrow. Come alone. Or else.

Nicole leaned over my shoulder to see. Her breath hitched. “That bastard…”

Then her phone buzzed too.

She checked it, and her face went pale. She turned the screen toward me.

It was a short video…. Laura and Jake, naked, fucking hard in what looked like Laura’s room. Laura rides him reverse cowgirl, moaning loudly.

Nicole’s voice seized. She stared at the screen for so long. I could see tears building up in her eyes. “How long has this been..”

She covered her mouth in disbelief, running her fingers round her hair trying to breathe properly . “Jake’s been cheating on me… with Laura. For months??.”

Seeing her sad broke something in me. It made my hatred for Jacob escalate to another level. Nobody would hurt Nicole on my watch and get away with it. 

Despite the drama that was unfolding in my life, I didn’t give two fucks…well at least to some extent I did but Nicole’s happiness is more important to me than mine.

Everything clicked at once.

The fire. The dead baby. Daniel is at the scene. The tape. Laura and Jake’s secret. The blackmail.

Someone was pulling strings, and they knew every dirty secret in this house.

Nicole looked at me, eyes blazing with anger. 

“Tomorrow,” she said, voice low and determined. “We end this. Together.”

She squeezed my thigh, fingers lingering a second too long, sending electricity straight to my core.

My stepsister — the woman I wanted for so freaking long… had just seen my most humiliating sex tape.

Instead of running, she was ready to fight for me.

Game on, bitch.