All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

JacksonI caught up with her at the end of the hallway.She was moving fast but I was faster. I closed my hand around her wrist and she spun around like I had burned her.“Let go of me.”“Elowen.”“I said let go.” She yanked her arm but I held on. Not hard. Just enough.“Stop.” I kept my voice low. “Just stop for a second.”“Don’t tell me to stop.” Her eyes were bright and furious and something else underneath that I recognised because I had seen it before. The particular look she got when something had hurt her and she was deciding whether to let it show. “Let go of my wrist Jackson.”I let go.She didn’t run. She stood there breathing hard and looking at me like she was trying to decide what to do with everything she was feeling.“Are you going to tell Dad,” I said.She laughed. Short and humourless. “Tell Dad.” She shook her head. “I’m not stupid. You think I’m going to walk up to Dad and tell him what I just saw?” She looked at me hard. “Apparently you and Dad are exact

RheaI didn’t sleep all night.I lay in the dark and stared at the ceiling and listened to the house settle around me and thought about Elowen’s face in that doorway. The way she had looked at us. The way she had turned and walked out without a single word. I kept replaying it, and every time it landed the same way, like something falling you couldn’t catch.By the time the light started coming through the curtains, I had already given up on sleep entirely. I showered and dressed and went downstairs because staying in that room was making it worse.The kitchen was already busy.Mum was at the stove. Greg was at the table with his coffee and his phone, the particular focused quiet he had when he was dealing with something work-related. Brandon came in a few minutes after me and went straight for the coffee. Jackson was already seated, eating without looking up.And Elowen was across the table.She looked up the moment I walked in. Just for a second. Just long enough for me to see every

BrandonI hated the smell of hospitals. But I had to be here because Rhea was convinced Danica wasn’t pregnant, and I was starting to believe her. Somehow I hoped she was right too. I didn’t want anything tying me to this woman.Danica hadn’t said a single word since we walked through the door.I had noticed it in the car that she was restless. The way she was sitting too still at first and then not still at all, her knee bouncing, her fingers finding her mouth. She bit her fingers whenever she was nervous. I had known that about her.I had asked her twice if she was okay and she had said yes both times without looking at me.Now she was sitting beside me in a plastic chair with her fingers between her teeth and her leg going like she was trying to wear a hole through the floor.“Danica.”“I’m fine.”“You’re chewing your fingers.”She pulled her hand from her mouth and folded both hands in her lap. Her leg kept going.I looked at her. “What’s wrong?”“Nothing. I just don’t like hospit

RheaThe house was quiet when Brandon and I walked in.He came around me and stood in front of me, reached out, and removed a strand of dry grass from my hair. He held it out so I could see it.“We missed this one.”“Thanks. But you should try to keep your hands to yourself, especially at home.”“Are you sure you’re okay?”He had asked that more times than I could remember.“Brandon, it’s not the first time you’ve fucked me like you wanted to kill me. If I was fine when it was you and Jackson together, taking turns with me like I was some cheap whore, why won’t I be fine with just you?”He took a slow breath. “Fine. Go shower. I’ll fix us something to eat. I’m starving.”“You don’t get it, do you?” I said it firmly so he would understand. “We are done. Stop trying to be nice to me so that you can get back into my pants.”He placed a finger under my chin and tilted my head up so I was looking into his eyes. “I could get into your pants right now if I wanted to. Because your mouth alway

RheaProfessor Silas was forty minutes into his lecture on Social Psychology and Human Behaviour, one of those broad interdisciplinary courses that pulled students from three different departments into the same hall twice a week, and I had not retained a single word he had said.I had the video on my phone—something huge on Anthony Lancaster.I had watched it twice already. Anthony and Marcus are in the back of a car fucking real good. Very hot video, I must admit. No question about what was happening or who was involved. And a second clip that made my mouth fall open when it started playing. The same man who had stood in a cafeteria and called someone a freak for being gay, had the same man choking on the fat head of his cock.The irony was almost laughable.I wanted to see his face when he realised I had it.I was practically vibrating in my seat and impatiently waiting for the class to end.Elora was beside me, head down, pen moving steadily across her notebook the way it always di