All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

RheaThe beach house materialized through the palm trees like something from a dream.I stepped out of the car, and the view stopped me cold. The house itself was stunning, all white stone and floor-to-ceiling windows, but it was what lay beyond that stole my breath. The ocean stretched out endlessly, brilliant blue meeting cloudless sky at a horizon so perfect it looked painted. White sand glittered in the afternoon sun, and I could hear the waves even from here, a rhythmic whisper that seemed to pull at something deep in my chest.“This is incredible,” I breathed. “I’ve never seen anything like this.”Elowen’s laugh was sharp as she brushed past me. “Of course you haven’t. How would you, living in that slum you came from?”The barb landed, but I refused to let it show. I’d dealt with worse than Elowen’s petty cruelty in the last four hours.My mother appeared at my side, her face bright with wonder. “It really is beautiful, isn’t it? Greg’s been talking about this place for months.”

BrandonI couldn’t breathe.Danica had been talking for what felt like an eternity—something about the sunset, or the beach, or maybe the fucking weather—I didn’t know. I wasn’t listening. Couldn’t listen. Because every coherent thought in my head had narrowed down to one singular, consuming focus.Rhea.My cock jerked in my jeans, hard and insistent, and I pressed my palm against it, willing it down. Not here. Not now. Not while Danica twirled in front of the mirror in some sundress she’d probably spent too much money on, looking for validation I couldn’t give her.“Brandon? How do I look?”I stared at her without really seeing her. She was beautiful—objectively, I knew that. Perfect hair, perfect body, perfect smile that used to make me feel something.Now it just made me feel trapped.“Fine,” I said, the word clipped.Her smile faltered. “Just fine?”I stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. My entire body was wound so tight I thought I might snap. “I need t

RheaMovie night was Greg’s idea.“Family bonding,” he’d announced over dinner, like we were a normal family that did normal things together. Like there wasn’t an undercurrent of tension running through every interaction, every carefully avoided glance, every word that meant something different than what was actually saidSo here we were, crowded into the living room with the lights off and some action movie playing on the massive screen. The kind with explosions and car chases and a plot thin enough that no one had to pay attention.I sat on the sectional couch, wedged between Jackson and Brandon.It hadn’t started that way. I’d deliberately chosen a spot on the far end, creating distance. But then Elowen had complained about her view, and everyone shifted, and somehow I ended up exactly where I didn’t want to be.Or exactly where I did want to be, depending on which part of my brain was doing the thinking.Danica sat on Brandon’s other side, her head resting on his shoulder, one han

JacksonHow do you know you’ve become addicted to something? When you can’t seem to get enough of that thing.Rhea fucking Moretti wasn’t just an addiction, she was my obsession, one that’s going to be my undoing.How did we get to this point? When did it transition from hate to need?She should be going to bed. Should be walking upstairs to that garden room, closing the door, leaving us the hell alone. Giving me space to remember who I was before she came into my life and destroyed everything.But here my brother and I were, taking her to the garden. Because just like me, Brandon was in too deep. This wasn’t the plan. Finding every excuse to be around her, to spend time with her, to fuck her… It was only meant to be a bet. A fucking bet.‘Make the stepsister fall for us. Prove we could get under her skin. Show her she wasn’t better than us just because our father married her mother.‘That was months ago.Now I couldn’t remember what winning was supposed to look like. Couldn’t remembe

RheaMy mother closed the bedroom door behind us with a soft click that sounded like a gunshot in the silence.I stood in the middle of the room, arms wrapped around myself, trying to stop shaking. My dress was still rumpled, twisted around my body in ways that screamed Guilty. My hair hung in tangled waves down my back.I could still feel them. Brandon’s grip on my hips. Jackson’s fingers inside me. The ghost of their touch burned across every inch of my skin.“Sit down.”My mother’s voice wasn’t angry. That somehow made it worse. She sounded concerned. Worried. Like she was trying to understand something that didn’t make sense.I sat on the edge of the bed, keeping my eyes on the floor.She pulled the desk chair over, sitting directly in front of me.“Rhea.” She waited until I looked up. “What was that about?”“What was what about?”“Don’t.” Her tone sharpened. “Don’t insult my intelligence. I just found you in the garden at midnight with Jackson and Brandon. You were—” She stopped,