All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Rhea The world blurred past the window—trees, houses, cars, all bleeding into one indistinct smear of color. My elbow rested on the door, hand propped under my jaw, holding my head up because it felt too heavy to support on its own. I’d make them pay. The thought circled my mind like a vulture, picking at the carcass of last night. Make them want me. Make them ache. Make them beg the way I’d begged, on my knees with their— “—preparing for midterms?” Greg’s voice filtered through the fog, distant and muffled, like he was speaking underwater. “What?” I blinked, pulling my gaze from the window to find him glancing at me with that concerned dad look he’d been perfecting lately. “I asked how you’re preparing for your midterms.” He smiled, one hand on the wheel, the other draped casually over the gear shift. “Big week coming up, right?” “Oh. Yeah. I’m studying. It’s fine.” The words came out mechanical, rehearsed, like a recording I’d played too many times. He was quiet for a momen

Rhea“Let go!”I kept yanking hard, but he was already moving, dragging me backward across the polished gym floor to the exit door. My shoes squeaked, finding no grip. “Let go of me!”“Not a chance.” His voice was low, dangerous, as he hauled me toward the locker room entrance.“Brandon, stop—” I twisted, trying to wrench free, but his grip only tightened. Pain shot up my arm.He kicked open the door to the men’s locker room and pulled me through.“Brandon!” I screamed, digging my heels in, but the smooth floor gave me nothing to work with. “Let me go, you psycho!”Jackson appeared in the doorway behind us, stepping through with that same infuriating calm, as if he were entering a classroom and not kidnapping me into a locker room. The door swung shut behind him with a heavy click.The lock turned.My stomach dropped.“You’re going to be punished for your misbehavior.” Jackson’s voice cut through my struggling, cold and precise. “You don’t think you can just hit me and walk away, do yo

RheaElora and I shuffled through the cafeteria line holding our trays. I poked at the mystery meat with my fork, already regretting my choice, but hunger won out over pickiness. We grabbed our food, hers a salad that looked way too optimistic for this place, mine a sad sandwich, and we headed toward the tables.As we walked, Elora leaned in, her voice insistently low. “Okay, spill. What happened after those idiots dragged you off like that? Don’t tell me it was nothing.”I kept my eyes on the floor, dodging a stray backpack. “Nothing.”“Nothing.” She didn’t believe me. I could hear it in the way she repeated the word. “Rhea, did they hurt you? Threaten you to keep quiet?” Her hand touched my arm. “You can tell me. I swear to God, I’ll punch their faces for laying a hand on you.”I couldn’t help it, a snicker escaped before I could clamp it down. This was the same girl who’d crumpled like a paper bag when Brandon shoved, and now she was talking like she could take on the whole crew. “

Rhea“Hello?” The lady’s voice called from outside again. “Is someone in there?”The handle jiggled again. My heart slammed against my ribs. It’s over! Today wasn’t just my lucky day. It’d been from one humiliating moment to another… and now…“Get the fuck out!” Brandon’s voice exploded, sharp and commanding.Footsteps scrambled away. Running.Silence settled back over us, this time, it was heavier and charged. Brandon and Jackson, their voices carried so much command that no one dared to disobey. You didn’t even need to see them to feel threatened, their voice carried as much weight as their body.Brandon’s eyes found mine again. “Now.” His thumb pressed harder against my clit, making me whimper. “You haven’t answered my question, Cat.”I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think of a better word to say. I imagined what his tongue would feel like against my clit, and the thought alone made my head spin. No man had ever done that to me before—not even my ex-boyfriend, Nick. I’d only ever see

RheaWe found an empty classroom on the third floor. Elora shut the door behind us and turned to face me, her arms crossed over her chest.“Okay, spill. Right now. What the hell happened?”I sank into one of the chairs, my legs finally giving out. Everything was shaking—my hands, my legs, even my voice when I tried to speak. The adrenaline that had carried me through the last hour was crashing hard, leaving only exhaustion and shame in its wake.At least I had Elora. We’d been best friends since high school, and she’d kept every single one of my secrets without fail. Through my parents’ messy divorce, through my mom’s sudden marriage to Mr. Sterling, through every chaotic moment of my life, she’d been there. She never judged, never told, never turned her back on me. If I couldn’t trust her, I couldn’t trust anyone.“Camilla has pictures of me.”Elora blinked at me. “What kind of pictures?”“Pictures of me in the boys’ locker room. Half-naked. With obvious evidence that I’d just been w