All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

RheaI came down the stairs with my bag over my shoulder.Everyone was in the living room: my mother and Greg on the couch, Grandma Brenda in the armchair with her knitting, and Grandpa Harold half-asleep in the recliner. Elowen was sprawled on the floor with her phone, while Danica curled up in the corner of the sectional, one hand resting on her stomach. Jackson and Brandon stood near the window, talking in low voices.The couple had probably just announced Danica’s pregnancy to everyone.The conversation died the moment they saw me.“I’m heading back home,” I said, my voice steady. Calm. “I’ll catch the bus into town.”“What?” My mother stood up, confusion crossing her face. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? We have four days left.”“Rhea—” Greg started.But I was already moving toward the door, adjusting the strap on my shoulder. “I just need to go home. I’m sorry.”“Did something happen?” My mother followed me, reaching for my arm. “Honey, talk to me.”I stopped and turned to

Brandon“You could be sleeping with half the men in this city for all I know.”Danica’s face went white, her jaw dropping as if the words were physical blows. “How dare you? How could you even say that to me?”“How dare I?” I laughed, a harsh, jagged sound that scraped my throat. “You show up here, playing the part of the glowing mother-to-be, claiming it’s mine when we’ve barely touched each other in three months. You were on birth control, Danica. We were careful. And now, suddenly, the timing is convenient as fuck, isn't it?”“Convenient?” Her voice rose to a shrill pitch, vibrating against the walls of my bedroom. “You think getting pregnant is convenient for me? This ruins everything, Brandon! My plans, my internship, my entire future—it's all derailed because of this!”“Then why keep it?” I stepped closer, my shadow looming over her. The words came out cold, clipped, and devoid of any paternal instinct. “If it’s such a tragedy, if it’s ruining your perfect life, why not just… ha

RheaI was running late.My second class had run over by fifteen minutes, and now I was practically speed-walking across campus trying to meet Elora at the dining hall. The skirt she’d convinced me to wear this morning was riding up with every step, the fabric clinging to my hips and thighs in a way that made me hyperaware of my own body.The skirt was Elora’s—a size too small in the waist and definitely too tight across my hips because I hadn’t brought enough clothes when I’d fled to her dorm. She’d laid it out this morning with a crop top and declared that I needed to feel hot, that looking good was the best revenge.I’d argued. She’d won.Now I was tugging at the hem every few steps, convinced it was showing too much. I rounded the corner near the athletics building, already planning the fastest route to…And stopped dead.Brandon and Jackson stood about twenty yards ahead, surrounded by a cluster of guys in matching athletic gear. They were clearly heading to the gym, gym b

RheaI sat on the bathroom floor with my back pressed against the tub, knees pulled to my chest, eyes squeezed shut so tightly I could see stars behind my eyelids. The pregnancy test sat on the counter. I could not look at it. I could not bring myself to stand up and check what those little lines meant, even though I had been the one to take it five minutes ago.“What does it say?” My voice came out thin, stretched tight with panic.Elora picked up the test and held it up to the light. The silence stretched and stretched. My heart hammered against my ribs so hard I thought it might crack them.“Elora.” I opened my eyes, looking at her face instead of the test. “Please. Just tell me.”She looked at me, and something shifted in her expression. “Rhea… this is bad. This is really, really bad. Like, life-altering, 'everything is about to explode' bad.”The world tilted.“Oh my God.” I could not breathe. I could not think past the roaring in my ears. “I am dead. I have ruined everything. My

RheaI chuckled, “The idea of pregnancy is insane.”As much as it excited me, it was, of course, insane. The thought of being pregnant by both of them was more terrifying than it was exciting. Imagine the whole house learning we’ve been fucking. We are meant to be siblings, technically so.“Is it?” Brandon asked, his mouth close to mine now. “Or is it exactly what you want? To be tied to us permanently. To have no choice but to stay.”Then he kissed me softly, cutting off whatever I opened my mouth to say.Then the kiss turned brutal, sucking my tongue into his mouth and sweeping inside. He cupped my face, tipping my head up to deepen the angle. I gasped against his mouth, and he took advantage, his tongue sweeping in, dominating.When he finally pulled back, I was gasping for air. But Jackson didn’t waste time pulling me into his arms. His hand tangled in my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise as he began kissing me.They passed me between them, taking turns, ea