Alle Kapitel von Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Kapitel 151 – Kapitel 160

RheaThe kitchen smelled like warm dough and butter when I came downstairs.Mom was already at the counter, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows, both hands pressed into a mound of bread dough, working it with the steady rhythm of someone who found the repetition comforting. She looked up when I came in and smiled.“Good morning, mum.”“Good morning. Come help me with this.”I washed my hands at the sink and came to stand beside her, pulling off a section of dough and starting to knead it the way she had taught me years ago. We fell into the rhythm together without discussing it, the kitchen quiet around us except for the soft sound of dough against the floured counter.“How is school going?” she asked. “Really going.”“It’s fine. Busy. Professor Alan has been piling on the reading but I’m keeping up.”She nodded. “And you? How are you sleeping?”“I’m fine Mom.” I glanced at her. “How are you feeling? And I mean really feeling, not the version you give everyone else.”She sighed the wa

RheaNick was already at the table when I got to the cafeteria, two coffees sitting between his hands, looking at his phone with that calm unhurried expression he always had. He looked up when I sat down and pushed one of the coffees toward me without being asked.“So.” He folded his hands on the table. “Tell me everything.”I wrapped both hands around the cup and told him. The Spill Page, the posts, the way they had been escalating, each one getting closer to something specific without quite arriving there. He listened without interrupting, which was also very Nick, his eyes steady on my face as he processed everything before he spoke.“How many people do you think actually understand what it is referring to?” he asked when I finished.“Right now? A few. But whoever is behind it is being intentional. They are building toward something. Each post is a little more pointed than the last.”He nodded slowly. “And you still think it is Danica.”“She has the most reason.”“Maybe.” He turned

RheaI meant to stop him. I genuinely fucking meant to. But his mouth latched onto my neck, sucking and biting just hard enough to send electric jolts straight to my clit, and the word “stop” evaporated like steam off my overheated skin. By the time my brain caught up, his strong hands were gripping my waist, hoisting me up effortlessly, and my legs betrayed me, wrapping around his hips like they belonged there, pulling him closer until I could feel the hard bulge of his cock pressing insistently against my soaked panties.He backed me into the shelf, the hard edges of books digging into my spine like a delicious punishment, the whole thing rattling under our weight. I clutched his shoulders, nails digging in through his shirt, as his lips trailed fire down my throat.“Brandon,” I gasped, my voice a ragged whisper. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”“Maybe we should.” He growled against my skin, his breath hot and teasing, a smirk curling his lips as he nipped at my collarbone.“This is the librar

RheaBrandon frowned when he saw her.Danica was at the end of our row in a fitted cream top, her bump showing softly, hair loose around her shoulders, a cup in her hand. She spotted Brandon and her whole face lit up like she had been looking for him all evening and had finally found him.“Baby.” She made her way along the row and when she got to him she leaned down and wrapped her arms around his neck from behind, pressing a kiss to his cheek that lasted a beat too long. Brandon sat completely still under it, both hands on his knees, jaw tight.Elora leaned into me immediately.“Why does she look exactly like Ursula from The Little Mermaid right now,” she said into my ear. “The makeup and everything.”The snigger that came out of me was small but it was absolutely there.“Maybe she is her,” I whispered back.“Something funny?” Danica was looking at me now.“No,” I said. “Sorry. Nothing.”“Danica.” Brandon’s voice came out careful. “I didn’t know you were coming.”“I wanted

RheaThe party was already loud by the time we got there.Someone had pushed all the furniture to the walls and the music was heavy and the kind of crowd that showed up after a win was different from any other crowd, looser, more generous with themselves, riding the particular high of collective victory.Elora had found drinks within thirty seconds of walking through the door. I did not ask how.“To basketball,” she said, handing me a cup. “Which I still don’t like but am willing to tolerate for the sake of tonight.”“Very gracious of you.”“I thought so.”We found a spot near the wall where we could see the room without being in the middle of it. The team was spread across the party, Owen holding court near the speakers, Felix with a group I did not recognise, and Brandon somewhere I had not yet located.My eyes found Jackson before I finished looking.He was sitting with his teammates, a drink in his hand, still in the clothes he had changed into after the game. He was not talking t