Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 141 - チャプター 150

RheaThe dinner table was a funeral nobody had the decency to name.Greg sat at the head of it with rage sitting so still behind his eyes it was almost worse than if he’d flipped the table. He hadn’t said a word to the boys since he got the call from the Dean about what they did. Mr. Lancaster, Anthony’s father and the state governor, was threatening a heavy lawsuit, and the weight of that hung over the entire table like smoke no one could clear.And Elowen. I felt so sorry for her. The guilt was visibly weighing on her. She probably felt like it was her fault the boys were in trouble. She hadn’t touched her food, just picking at it lazily with a fork, eyes cast down.Danica didn’t come down for dinner and I found myself wondering why.Mom smiled when she caught my eye, and I smiled back, hating myself for it, because I was the only one at that table who knew exactly why the boys were in trouble and exactly where I had been when it started.Jackson ate without looking up once.Brandon

RheaI stood outside Elowen’s door for longer than I needed to.I didn’t even know why I had come. She had never liked me and probably wouldn’t want me there, but I had to try. She was hurting and someone had to say something, even if that someone was the last person she expected.I knocked.Silence. Then, “What.” It wasn’t a question. I opened the door anyway.Elowen was on her bed with her knees pulled to her chest, still in what she’d worn all day. She looked at me the way she always looked at me, like I was something that had wandered in and hadn’t figured out yet that it didn’t belong. But underneath that, her eyes were swollen and her face had the flatness of someone who had cried for a long time and simply run out.“What do you want, Rhea?”“I’m not here to start anything.” I leaned against the doorframe. “I just wanted to check on you.”She stared at me. “Why?”“Because you looked like you were carrying something at dinner that wasn’t yours to carry.”She looked away. “I’m fi

RheaI stood in front of the mirror and pressed the lip gloss wand to my bottom lip and tried not to think about last night, but it wasn’t working.I felt utterly humiliated by what Jackson had done. He didn’t have to do that. There was no justification for such cruel behavior, but I wasn’t going to let it ruin my entire day. So I wiped the lip gloss off with a wipe and decided on a red lipstick. Something that screamed bold.When I finished, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs.Danica was coming up, still in her tracksuit from her morning run, a travel mug in her hand. Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was pulled back. She saw me at the same time I saw her and neither of us slowed down and the staircase was not wide enough for what happened next.Her shoulder slammed into mine and she grabbed the railing hard, stumbling back a step before she caught herself.“Watch it,” I snapped.“Me?” She looked up at me, her eyes wide, one hand flying to her stomach. “You bumped into

RheaThe gym was loud when I pushed through the doors. Sneakers squeaking against polished floors, the rhythmic thud of basketballs, the coach barking drills. I stood at the entrance scanning the court until I found Brandon.He moved like he owned every inch of that space, cutting through a drill with that easy, unhurried confidence that made half the girls in school lose their minds over him.I raised my hand and waved, hoping he would see me. It was stupid to come talk to him in the middle of practice, but I needed to speak with him, and I could not wait.He caught my wave mid-dribble.The ball slipped right out of his hands.I watched him straighten, watched his eyes lock onto mine with an intensity that made my stomach flip, and then he just started walking toward me. Straight off the court. Mid-practice.“Sterling!” The coach’s voice cracked across the gym like a whip. “What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get back in position!”Brandon didn’t even look back.“Sterling! I swe

BrandonMy father stood in the doorway in his robe, squinting against the light.I kept my face completely neutral.“Dad.” I nodded at him like it was the most natural thing in the world to be sitting in the living room at midnight. “You’re still up?”Greg looked at me. Then at Rhea. Then on the television.“I heard noises.” His voice was flat with sleep and mild suspicion. “Came down to check.” His eyes moved slowly around the room, the way they always did when he was reading a situation, and I watched him clock the blanket on the floor, the cookie box lying on its side, and the two of us sitting at opposite ends of the couch.I did not move. Did not explain. Explaining was the fastest way to sound guilty.Rhea gestured toward the screen. “We were watching a movie. Couldn’t sleep.”Greg looked at the television. Some romantic comedy was still playing, the volume low. He studied it for a moment like he was deciding something and then exhaled through his nose.“It’s past midnight.” He