All Chapters of The Stripper Toy for My Hot Stepbrothers: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Lyra's POVSchool was almost normal for once.Classes, lectures, notes, the kind of routine that made me forget for a few hours that my life outside these walls was anything but ordinary. I sat through my morning classes with my head down and my pen moving, and for the first time in weeks, I actually absorbed what the professors were saying instead of running escape routes through my head.But something else was different too.Victoria was quiet.Not absent. She was there. I saw her in the hallway between second and third period, standing with her group, her hair perfect, her posture tall. She looked right at me when I passed and I braced for it. The comment. The sneer. The casual cruelty she wore like expensive jewelry.Nothing.She turned back to her friends and kept talking like I didn't exist.That was the third time this week. No confrontations. No snide remarks in the bathroom. No whispered insults loud enough for me to hear. Victoria had gone silent, and silence from a woman lik

Lyra's POVI thought he would understand.I really did. I thought if I just explained myself clearly enough, if I told him why I couldn't keep those things his parents gave me, he would nod and take them back without making it a whole situation. But Joshua was standing in front of me on the sidewalk, holding the gift bag like I had just slapped him across the face."I already told you, Lyra. These are from my parents. They picked these out for you." His voice was tight, controlled, but I could hear the frustration sitting right underneath it. "I don't have the right to take them back.""Joshua, please listen to me." I kept my tone soft because I didn't want a fight. Not out here on the street where people were walking past us. "I'm not trying to be rude. I just don't feel comfortable accepting all of this. It's too much.""Too much?" He looked at me like I had lost my mind. "My mother spent hours choosing those things because she wanted you to feel welcome. And now you're standing here

Raphael's POVShe was listening to me. For the first time in weeks, Lyra was actually looking at Joshua with doubt in her eyes instead of blind trust, and I felt like I could finally breathe again. I wasn't going to waste this moment."His family has been tracking you, Lyra." I kept my voice calm even though everything inside me was burning. "We found records. Transactions. Meetings that happened long before Joshua ever walked up to you and introduced himself. This wasn't a coincidence. None of it was."Joshua stepped forward, his face red and his hands balled into fists. "That's a lie. I met Lyra on my own. My family had nothing to do with it.""Really?" I turned to look at him, and I let every ounce of disgust I had been holding back crawl into my voice. "Then explain why your father had a file on her before you two ever spoke. Explain why your mother's phone records show calls to people connected to the Council weeks before your little dinner tonight.""You went through my parents'

Lyra's POVThree days. Three days of silence, no calls, no visits, no messages from any of them. And three days of me sitting in my apartment replaying everything that happened until the memories wore grooves into my brain like scratches on a record.I was tired. Not the kind of tired that sleep could fix. The kind that sits in your bones and makes you want to stop caring about everything and everyone. I was tired of people wanting something from me, tired of being the white wolf instead of just being Lyra, and tired of hiding from every problem instead of walking straight into it.Then it hit me. Somewhere between all the anger and the silence, I had completely forgotten that someone almost died because of me. Orion had taken that poison to protect me, and I hadn't gone back to check on him since the night my blood was used to stabilize him. I had been so wrapped up in Joshua and the breakup and fighting with Raphael that I forgot about the one person who put his body on the line for

Victoria's POVThe vase hit the wall and shattered into a hundred pieces. Then the lamp. Then the picture frame on the nightstand. I grabbed whatever my hands could reach and threw it as hard as I could because the anger inside me was too big to stay in my body."She's finding them." I grabbed the edge of my vanity table and shoved everything off the surface. Perfume bottles, makeup, a jewelry box that splintered on the floor. "That pathetic little wolf is actually finding her family, and nobody is doing anything to stop it."My father stood near the door with his arms behind his back, watching me destroy my own room like he was watching the weather change outside a window. Calm. Patient. Completely unbothered by the chaos I was creating around him.That made me even angrier."Are you just going to stand there?""Are you finished?""No, I'm not finished." I kicked a piece of the broken vase across the floor. "I'm not going to be finished until someone tells me how we let this happen. W