All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

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Engagement

Rhea I’d been so excited about the surprise date, I didn’t even think twice about how mysterious they were being. Curiosity wiped away any nervousness, and I found myself walking faster, hurrying down the path that led to the garden. I was almost there when something caught my eye and made me stop dead in my tracks. Beautiful lanterns glowed softly, hanging from the tree branches, while strings of warm lights lined the way forward. I stared all around me, soaking up the magical atmosphere. It’s them, I realized, my heart swelling with love. Knowing it was Jackson and Brandon who had created this path just for me, excitement flooded through my veins and I almost started running. The garden soon came into view. Golden fairy lights were twined elegantly around the white pillars. Moving closer, I saw vines of fresh white roses and baby’s breath covering the roof and railings, making it look like a scene straight out of a dream. “It’s so beautiful,” I breathed, my hand

Wedding Plan

RheaI had been pacing for twenty minutes.Zuri was sitting on the living room floor watching me with the focused attention she usually reserved for her cartoons, her chin in her hands, tracking me back and forth across the rug like I was the most interesting thing happening in the room.“Mummy,” she said finally. “Why do you keep walking?”“I’m thinking.”“You think with your feet?”Brandon looked up from the sofa. “She does actually.”“Daddy does it too sometimes,” Zuri said thoughtfully. “But he walks slower.”“I walk with purpose,” Brandon said.“You pace anxiously,” Jackson said from the armchair without looking up from his phone. “There’s a difference.”I stopped walking and looked at both of them. “How are you both so calm right now. Your father is sitting in a priest’s office trying to explain to a man of God that his two sons want to marry the same woman simultaneously. And you are sitting there.”“Calmly,” Jackson said.“That is not reassuring.”“Rhea.” He put his phone down

A Kiss On The Beach

RheaThe beach was quiet in the late morning, that particular stillness before the heat peaked and everyone came out. I had found my spot on the sand, close enough to hear the waves, far enough from the house that nobody would interrupt me.Or so I thought.I stretched my legs out and adjusted my sunglasses and listened to the phone ring twice before Elora picked up.“Finally,” she said. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten I existed.”“I’ve been busy.”“You’ve been engaged. There’s a difference.” Her voice was bright and warm and I could hear the sound of somewhere beautiful behind her. “Tell me everything. Start from the beginning. Leave nothing out.”“They did it in the garden,” I said. “Lanterns in the trees. Both of them on one knee at the same time.”Elora made a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a sob. “Stop it.”“Zuri was behind me clapping.”“I cannot.” She was laughing now. “I genuinely cannot. That is the most ‘them’ thing I have ever heard. How d

Let’s Play

RheaThe evening had settled into that particular gold that only happened at the beach house. Warm and slow and unhurried. The kind of light that made everything look like a memory even while it was still happening.We were on the patio, the three of us, the remnants of dinner still on the table and wine in our glasses and Zuri long since put to bed after declaring that tomorrow she wanted to build the biggest sandcastle anyone had ever seen.“So.” Brandon leaned back in his chair and looked between me and Jackson. “Tomorrow.”“Tomorrow,” Jackson confirmed.“Father Emmanuel.” I turned my wine glass slowly in my hands. “I keep going over what to say. How to say it. Whether to let you two do the talking or whether I should—”“We all talk,” Jackson said. “Equally. He needs to see all three of us as a unit.”“What if he says no.”“We’ve been through this,” Brandon said.“I know. But what if he does.”“Then we find another way.” Brandon reached across the table and covered my han

Raw Hunger

RheaI knelt before them on the soft rug, looking up at both of my men with nothing but power thrumming through me. This was mine. These two powerful, beautiful men staring down at me with raw hunger and open love written across their faces. No more walls. No more distance. Just us and four years of choosing each other every single day.I wrapped my hands around both of their cocks, feeling them throb hot and heavy against my palms. Brandon was already leaking at the tip. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up his length before swirling it around the swollen head, tasting the salty slickness there. He groaned deep in his chest, fingers sliding into my hair.I turned to Jackson next, taking him into my mouth in one smooth glide, sucking him deep while my hand continued stroking Brandon. I moved between them with deliberate slowness, savoring every thick inch, every twitch of their cocks on my tongue. My lips stretched wide around Jackson as I hollowed my cheeks and took him to

The Rejection

RheaFather Emmanuel was a kind man.That was the hardest part about it. He wasn’t cold or dismissive. He had offered us tea when we sat down and listened to everything we said with genuine attention and asked questions that showed he had actually heard us. And then he had folded his hands on the desk and looked at us with something that looked very much like regret.“I have prayed on this,” he said. “Genuinely and at length. And I have great respect for what you have built together. The love in this room is not something I question.” He paused. “But the church’s position on marriage is what it is. And I cannot in good conscience stand before God and officiate something that falls outside of that position. I hope you can understand that this is not a judgment of who you are.”Jackson said that he understood.Brandon thanked him for his time.I shook his hand and smiled and held everything together until we were outside.We stood by the car for a long moment. The afternoon s

The Guests

RheaI stood in front of the mirror and didn’t recognise myself.Not in a bad way. Just in the way of someone looking at a version of themselves they had always hoped existed but hadn’t been entirely sure about until right now.The dress was simple. Short and white and light enough to move in the sea breeze. Elowen had found it in town that morning and brought it back without telling me and when I put it on and looked in the mirror I understood immediately why she had chosen it.It was exactly right.My hair was down the way Jackson liked it. The ring caught the light every time I moved my hand.I pressed my fingers below my collarbone over the letters that had been there for years and thought about everything those two initials had meant at different points in my life. The anger. The grief. The confusion. And now this.My eyes filled.The door flew open.I spun around.Elora stood in the doorway in a dress the colour of the sea, her eyes already wet, her hands over her mout

The Vow and New Faces

Rhea Greg stood at the end of the aisle with the sea behind him and the last of the afternoon light turning everything gold and I thought he had never looked more like a father than he did in that moment. Brandon took my left hand. Jackson took my right. Greg looked between the three of us and cleared his throat once and began. “I have been many things in my life,” he said. “A son. A husband. A father. I have made mistakes that cost me dearly and I have been given second chances I did not always deserve.” He paused. “But standing here today, officiating the marriage of my two sons and the woman who became my daughter without either of us planning it, I think this might be the thing I am most proud of.” Someone in the chairs made a sound that might have been Owen and might have been a sob. “These three people,” Greg continued, “have shown me that love does not follow the shape we expect it to. It follows the shape of the people living it. And the shape of what these th

The Party And The NEW GENERATION

RheaThe fire was lit by the time the sun went down.Someone had found speakers and the music was exactly right, not too loud, just present enough to move to if you wanted and ignore if you didn’t. The food had come out and the wine was open and the beach had transformed from a ceremony into something looser and warmer and full of people who genuinely liked each other.Owen had appointed himself in charge of the fire and was taking this responsibility very seriously. Felix stood beside him offering advice that was being cheerfully ignored.Nick sat with Elora in two low chairs close to the water, their feet in the sand, talking the way people talked when they had known each other long enough to be comfortable with silence. He caught my eye across the fire and raised his glass slightly and I raised mine back.Elowen had Zuri on her hip, dancing slowly to something, Zuri’s head on her shoulder, her enormous skirt dragging in the sand. The fight to stay awake was clearly being lost but Zu

BOOK 2: THREE HOCKY PLAYERS AND THEIR CHUBBY OBSESSION

BOOK TWO: TITLE: THREE HOCKEY PLAYERS AND THEIR CHUBBY OBSESSION. *** Zuri I woke up to sunlight pouring directly onto my face and a level of dread that took a full three seconds to locate. I grabbed my phone off the nightstand. 7:14 AM. “No. No no no no no.” My alarm sat there, smug and useless, disabled. I had no memory of touching it. I’d gone to bed at midnight after triple checking it was set for 5:30. I’d even said the time out loud to myself like an idiot, like saying it twice would lock it in. Audric was going to kill me. Or worse, he wasn’t going to say anything at all and just look at me with that flat, disappointed expression he saved for people who wasted his time. I threw the covers back and was in the shower in under a minute, barely letting the water warm up before I was out, towel-drying my hair while hopping into the first dress within reach. Something loose. Something with enough fabric to disguise the parts of me I’d spent nineteen years

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