All Chapters of Bullied by my Stepbrother : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

“What show?” I asked with my voice trembling.His smirk grew wider, then he pushed me back. I shook my head, trying to clear the fear, and began to walk to the door when it swung open. Nikki stood there.“Justin? What are you doing? I overheard people talking, but I didn’t know it was true.” She blocked my path, staring daggers at me. “What are you doing with this dork?” she asked, not looking away from me.“Great question! What exactly do you guys want from me? Why are you just playing with my life like I’m a toy for your amusement?!”“Believe me when I say you aren’t being used close to how I would if you were for my amusement,” Justin said, chuckling darkly.“What is all this about?” I asked, looking between Nikki and Justin. I shook my head and was about to push past her when I heard screaming outside, followed by violent pounding on the bathroom door.“Don’t you open doors first before you begin to pound on them?!” Justin shouted.The door flew open, and Noah stormed in with his

I stormed over to the field with my eyes scanning the players for Justin and Noah.“Looking for him?” a voice said beside me. I turned to see Justin with a lazy grin on his face.“Why aren’t you guys at the meeting?”“Why aren’t you at the meeting?”“Because you guys aren’t. The principal came to check, you know?”“Well, go get Noah,” Justin said with his smile widening.I stared at him with narrowed eyes before turning back to the field. Noah was already staring back at me with a football in his hands. He threw it to someone, then jogged over with his expression unreadable.“You… what are you doing here?”“To drag you to the meeting. Why aren’t you there?”“Oh, I thought… yeah, I’m not helping plan the annual ball.”“Why?! You heard what the principal–”“The principal doesn’t tell me what to do… I do what I want, remember?”“Of course… what was I expecting?” I threw him a tight, fake smile, then walked back to Justin.“He’s not coming? Well, his loss.” Justin said.He threw his arm o

I ran back to Noah’s room. My hand hesitated before I knocked. I had no choice. I took a ragged breath and knocked.“What again? Here to beg for the real address?” his voice growled from the other side.I rolled my eyes as the door swung open. “Nikki came to the house.”He cocked an eyebrow, then folded his arms across his chest. “Our house?”“Yes! My mom just said she came here, said she was your girlfriend, and that she’d wait for you in your room. And my laptop is missing. I think she stole it.”“Okay?”My eyes widened. “Okay? That’s all you’re going to say?”Noah let out a deep breath, dropping his hands to his sides. “See, Rosalie, you confuse me. You call me a jerk and a monster, then you run to me for help. What are you expecting? Don’t you think you’re contradicting yourself? Would a monster help you?”My mouth hung open. “I… I just wanted to inform you and ask for her address. It’s not like I’m telling you to follow me to get it back.”“Hmm… you can do better than that, Rosal

Noah let out a light chuckle, then turned back to me.“Your secret weapon?"“Yeah, it’s her diary.” I said like I was trying to convince him.“Your secret weapon is a stupid book?”“It’s a diary.”“Like I said, a stupid book?”I rolled my eyes, then began to read the diary.“The only thing you would be seeing is rants, gossip and probably a wishlist of things she wants.” Noah said as he started the car and began to drive home.Deep down, I actually agreed with Noah, but as I read through the first few pages, I knew we were both wrong.My eyes widened at what I had just read.Charles inspected the silver today. Said my polishing was ‘adequate.’ Adequate. I spent three hours on it. My fingers are raw. But ‘the Master’ is hosting a dinner party Saturday, so everything must be perfect. How I hate it.I frowned. Adequate? The Master? Weird, dramatic way to talk about your dad.I kept reading, and my forehead continued to wrinkle in confusion. The school’s interview is tomorrow. Mr. Sterli

I woke up to an empty bed. The space behind me was cold with the sheets flat. If it wasn’t for the faint smell of his cologne… that clean, earthy scent—on my pillow, I would’ve thought I dreamed the whole thing.Monsters have no emotions… but do they spoon you and hum you to sleep?I shook my head, pushing the thought away. It was a fluke. A moment of weakness. His. Mine. Whatever. I got ready on autopilot, pulling on my clothes and avoiding my reflection in the mirror.When I came downstairs, ready to just bolt out the door, Noah’s voice stopped me.“You’re up.”I turned to see Noah in the kitchen. Shirt on, thankfully. He was setting down two plates of pancakes on the counter.“Sit. Eat,” he said, not looking at me.I stared at him with my eyes narrowed. “Since when do you cook?”“Since I’m hungry. And you look like you haven’t eaten in days. Now sit.”I walked over slowly, eyeing the plate he pushed toward me. “You didn’t poison it, did you?”He didn’t smile. His face fell, and he