บททั้งหมดของ On Thin Ice: A Forbidden Step Siblings Affair: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Grayson"You came back and didn't think you needed to see me?"Isabella slaps the back of my head for the third time.I smirk, rolling my eyes. "Nice to see you too, Isa. Love what you've done with your hair—very 'I'm too important to care.'""Shut up." She slaps me again, harder this time."Ow—Jesus, when did you get so violent? They teach you that in med school?"Isabella scoffs, flipping her hair over her shoulder. It's grown out since I last saw her—past her shoulders now, styled in loose waves. She's wearing scrubs under her jacket, probably came straight from the hospital."How did you even make time for this?" I ask, adjusting my collar. "Thought you'd be drowning in surgeries or whatever it is you doctors do."Her jaw clenches. "Dad called the hospital. Told them to clear my schedule."Of course he did."I'm quitting," she adds, her voice tight. "Finding a new place to work. Somewhere he doesn't have his claws in.""Good luck with that," I mutter. Edward's reach extends pretty

RaelynnGray pauses, his mouth opening and closing like he's struggling to form words."Well?" I snap, the gun still pressed against his chest.His mind seems to be somewhere else entirely—I can see it in his eyes, the way they're unfocused, distant. He's thinking. Calculating. Trying to decide something.God, he wants to tell me. I can see it written all over his face. The way his jaw works, the tension in his shoulders, the conflict in his eyes.But he's hesitating. And that hesitation pisses me off more than anything."I won't ask again," I say, my voice cold."Fuck, Rae—" He runs a hand through his hair, his composure finally cracking. "I want to tell you. I do. I hate keeping secrets from you. I hate having you look at me like I'm a stranger. I hate all of this—""But?" I cut him off."But talking to you is risky. Being near you is risky. If Edward finds out—""I don't care what Edward thinks," I spit out. "I care about the truth. So either tell me right now, or—""I'm going to d

Grayson "We'll leave you two to talk alone." Isaac's already pulling Brandon toward the door before anyone can respond. Brandon resists for a moment, his eyes moving between me and Rae, his expression still shell-shocked from what I just revealed. "Brandon—" I start. "We'll talk later," he says, his voice rough. "You and me. Later." It's not a request. I nod. Isaac practically drags him out of the dining room. Their footsteps echo through the hallway, then the front door opens and closes with a soft click. And then it's just us. Rae and me. The silence stretches for what feels like an eternity. She's still standing in the doorway, staring at me like I'm a puzzle she can't quite solve. "What did you mean?" she asks finally, her voice quiet but firm. "What do you mean Edward pushed her?" I exhale slowly, running a hand through my hair. "Sit. Please." She hesitates, then moves to one of the chairs and sits down. I take the seat across from her—the same position we were in dur

GraysonThe line at the entrance stretches down the block, filled with people in designer clothes and dripping with jewelry. Security guards check names against a guest list, their expressions stern and unwavering.But that's not the problem.The problem is that everyone—every single person—is wearing a mask.Elaborate, ornate masks covered in feathers and gems and intricate designs. Some cover full faces, others just the eyes, but they all scream wealth and exclusivity."Gray," Rae says beside me, turning to look at me with wide eyes. "We don't have masks."I scowl, already pulling out my phone. "James."He picks up on the second ring. "Mr. Blackwell? Is everything—""Why didn't you tell me this was a masquerade theme?" I snap, watching another couple in matching gold masks glide past our car."I—I sent it in the email, sir. The invitation specified—""I don't care what the invitation specified." I pinch the bridge of my nose. "Get us masks. Now. We're parked outside.""Of course, si

GraysonRaelynn pulls away like I've burned her, and disappointment settles heavy in my chest."I'm sorry," she says immediately, hugging herself, creating more distance. "I shouldn't have—we shouldn't have—""No." I shake my head, taking a step closer. "Don't apologize. This isn't your fault."She steps back.That single movement—that instinctive retreat—hits me harder than any punch Brandon's ever landed. This is my fault. All of it. The distance between us, the uncertainty in her eyes, the way she flinches away when I get too close.Six years ago, I pushed her away. Told myself it was to protect her. And now she can't even stand to be near me.I hate this. Hate what I've done. Hate that things are this way because of my choices."I shouldn't have rushed you," I say quietly, forcing myself to stay still even though every instinct is screaming at me to close the distance again. "I'm sorry, Rae. That was—I moved too fast. I just—""I need to go home." Her voice is small, shaky. She wo