Semua Bab My Stepbrother, My Ruin: Bab 111 - Bab 120

Alexander Caldwell stood outside Riley's bedroom door, his hand hovering over the brass handle. The mahogany corridor stretched endlessly in both directions, lined with portraits of Caldwell ancestors who had built their fortune on principles of integrity and honor. How fitting that their legacy would end with him confronting his daughter about her betrayal.He knocked once, sharply."Go away," came Riley's voice from inside, muffled but annoyed. "We need to talk, Riley. Now."A long pause, then the sound of bare feet hitting hardwood. The door swung open to reveal Riley in silk pajamas, her platinum hair disheveled, dark circles under her eyes. She looked like she hadn't slept in days."What?" she snapped, not moving aside to let him in.Alexander pushed past her anyway, stepping into the room that had once been his pride and joy. Pink walls adorned with ribbons from horse shows, shelves lined with trophies from debate tournaments, photographs of a younger Riley smiling genuinely

Evie's POVThe next morning came too soon, pulling me from restless dreams filled with dark rooms and Sienna's cold smile. I stumbled through my morning routine, my body moving on autopilot while my mind remained stuck in that strange limbo between exhaustion and anxiety.Ravencrest's campus buzzed with the usual Tuesday morning energy—students hurrying to classes, coffee cups clutched like lifelines, the distant sound of construction as they renovated the old library wing. Everything looked normal, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something fundamental had shifted. The trial was over, justice had been served, but the aftermath felt like standing in the eye of a storm, waiting for the next wave to hit.I was halfway across the quad when I heard my name being called."Evie! Hold up!"I turned to see Mia Hendricks jogging toward me, her cheerleading bag slung over her shoulder and her usually perfect ponytail slightly askew. As team captain, Mia rarely looked anything less than com

I called Ryder the moment I stepped out of the arts building, my fingers trembling as I dialed his number. The phone rang once, twice…"Evie? What's wrong?" His voice cut through immediately, sharp with concern."Can you meet me at Mom's apartment?" I said, not bothering with pleasantries. "I need... I just need to not be alone right now.""Are you safe? Where are you?""I'm on campus. Security is supposed to pick me up, but I don't see them yet." I glanced around nervously, suddenly hyperaware of every face in the crowd, every shadow that seemed to linger too long."Stay where you are. I'm coming to get you.""But security—""Fuck security. I'm not leaving you alone when Sienna's on the loose."The line went dead, and despite everything, I felt a small measure of relief. Ryder was coming. Whatever else was falling apart in my life, at least I had that.Twenty minutes later, his black BMW pulled up to the curb where I'd been waiting with two very serious-looking security guards. Ryde

I kissed him, slow and deep, then dragged my lips down his neck, over his chest, biting softly, claiming every inch. He moaned when I took his nipple into my mouth, sucking just hard enough to make him squirm.“You’re mine tonight,” I whispered, dragging my nails down his stomach, watching the muscles twitch beneath my touch. “No safe words. Just be obedient.”“Yes, Mistress,” he breathed, and God—he meant it.I moved down between his legs, already feeling him begin to harden again, sensitive and eager. But I didn’t touch him. Not yet.Instead, I reached into the drawer beside the bed and pulled out the small bullet vibrator I kept there for nights I couldn’t sleep.His eyes widened. “That for me or you?”I smiled. “Both.”I turned it on and slid it over my clit as I knelt between his thighs, watching him strain against the scarf, desperate to touch. The vibrations moved against my clit, wetness soaking it. I moaned, throwing my head back as one of my hand moved to my nipples. I pl

Evie's POV The Ravencrest library had become my sanctuary over the past three weeks. Tucked away in a corner table on the fourth floor, surrounded by dusty philosophy texts that no one ever checked out, I could almost pretend I was just another student cramming for finals.Almost.The two security guards stationed near the elevators made it hard to forget that I was a target. They tried to be discreet, dressed in casual clothes and pretending to study, but their constant vigilance gave them away. Every time someone approached my section, they tensed. Every time I got up to use the bathroom or grab a book, one of them followed at a distance.It was exhausting, living under that kind of scrutiny. But it was working—my GPA had climbed from a 2.5 to a 2.8 in just three weeks. If I could maintain this pace, I might actually save my spot on the cheerleading team.I was deep in a calculus problem when I sensed someone approaching. I looked up to find Maya sliding into the chair across from