All Chapters of My Stepbrother, My Ruin: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

My mum forced me to wear this outfit, literally.Left for me alone, I would not be wearing a tweed blazer that made me feel like I was interviewing for a job I didn’t want. Under it was a cream silk blouse tucked neatly into a pleated black skirt that hit just above my knees. Modest, polished, too… presentable. My hair had been curled into soft waves and pinned slightly on one side, which she said gave my face “more warmth.” I felt like I was in disguise– Evie Hayes, polite daughter, not the girl who spent most of last night spiraling over the weight of too many secrets and one very complicated boy.Lorelei looked flawless, as always. Her dress was deep burgundy, hugging her waist and flowing down in velvet softness. Her hair was twisted into a sleek knot at the nape of her neck, strands smooth, not a curl out of place. She wore red lipstick, the kind that didn’t smudge, and heels that probably cost more than my laptop.We stepped out of the car and walked up to the massive Caldwel

Just as the conversation seemed to lull, and all that was heard was the movement of servers as they changed the plates and the clacking of breakable wares, Alexander clapped his hands once. "Let’s do something fun. A game. It’s been a while since we all sat down like this."I blinked. A game? Here?Lorelei tilted her head. "What kind of game?"Alexander grinned. "Something easy. Truth or Dare."Riley laughed, genuinely. “Are you serious?”“Why not?” he shrugged. “We’re family. Let’s act like it."“Act like it? Truth or there is for teenagers dad.” Riley said. Alexander shrugged. I couldn’t believe it. Alexander Caldwell, king of oil deals and boardrooms, suggesting Truth or Dare at dinner. But then again, rich people are built different.The first few rounds were harmless. Lorelei admitted to skipping a board meeting once to get a massage. Riley dared Ryder to speak in a French accent until his next turn. He rolled his eyes but did it.Then it was my turn.“Evie,” Alexander said wit

I licked the last drop of cum from my lower lip, slowly, in a way that got his cock jerking as he watched me. Eye to eye. “Turn around?” I asked, feigning innocence, my voice a purr. “Why?”Ryder’s jaw flexed. He didn’t answer right away. He just stared down at me, still half-undone, still painfully hard, and so clearly fighting the urge to bend me over the stone railing and take what I knew we both wanted.I stood slowly, letting my body unfold in front of him, exaggerated and smooth, like every inch of me knew it was being watched.Because it was.By him.And maybe more.We were still on the balcony. The garden stretched below us in moody shadows. The long hallway behind us lit dimly, with open curtains that framed the entire scene in a voyeur’s dream.The thrill hit me all at once.If a guard walked by, or a maid glanced up from the garden path, they’d see everything.And I didn’t care. Not one bit.“I’m upset,” I murmured, stepping closer until our chests nearly brushed. “You li

I froze. “What’s that supposed to mean?”Riley didn’t flinch. If anything, she looked smug. Like she’d been waiting for me to ask.“My brother,” she said slowly, her eyes dragging over me. “He has a type. You know that, right?”I said nothing.“Same hair,” she continued. “Same eyes. Same body. Always. It’s like he’s trying to find the same girl in a hundred different versions. Except…” She tilted her head. “He never does.”My jaw clenched. “What’s your point?”“There’s this girl,” Riley said. “Or there was. I don’t know much—he never talked about her. But he was obsessed. Like, beyond normal. And you?” She looked me up and down. “You look like her.”I almost laughed.If only she knew.If only she had the faintest clue just how wrong she was.I was the blueprint. I was the girl. The memory stuck in the back of his head. The one he’d been searching for like a ghost he couldn’t name. The one he re

Evie’s POVI didn’t know the time I took a cab. I didn’t even remember moving so fast to the roadside. Everything was a blur—just the pounding of my heart and the echo of Maya’s voice in my head.“We cracked it.”That’s all it took.One text. One line. And I was gone.The cab smelled like old air freshener and cheap cologne. The driver kept humming to himself like there wasn’t a hurricane building in the backseat. My legs wouldn’t stop bouncing. I kept glancing out the window like I could somehow make the car move faster just by staring hard enough.We cracked it.My phone was in my hand the whole ride. I didn’t open anything. Didn’t scroll. Didn’t breathe. It just stayed there—clutched tight like a lifeline.This was it. Finally. After all the confusion. All the dead ends and whispers and gut punches. All the things Liliana couldn’t say.Answers.Real ones.I was scared. Not because I