Semua Bab Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Bab 21 - Bab 30

RheaI stood outside the front door of Sterling Manor, staring at the ornate handles like they might burn me if I touched them.I just wanted to disappear into my room. Lock the door. Pretend today hadn’t happened.I pushed through the door and stepped into the grand foyer. The house was quiet, but not silent. I could hear voices coming from somewhere deeper in the house. Male voices. Laughter.My stomach tightened, but I told myself it was fine. I would just slip upstairs unnoticed. I didn’t have to see anyone. I didn’t have to face them.I crossed the marble floor as quietly as I could, heading for the sweeping staircase that would take me to safety.Then I heard my name.I froze mid-step.The voices were coming from the den, the twins’ private domain and game room where they hung out with their friends. The door was partially open, and sound carried easily through the high-ceilinged halls of this massive house.“Dude, the cafeteria today was fucking legendary.” That was Owen’s voic

RheaI woke up the next morning with a strange clarity I’d never felt before.The grief was still there. The knowledge that my mother was dying, that she’d married Greg to secure my future, that she was enduring the twins’ cruelty to give me a family, all of that sat heavy in my chest like a stone.But underneath the grief was Anger.Not the hot, explosive kind that made you scream and throw things. This was different. This was ice in my veins, steel in my spine. This was the kind of anger that was planned. That waited for exactly the right moment to strike.Jackson and Brandon thought I was weak. Pathetic. Easy to manipulate.They thought I was a game they could play until they got bored.Well, games had rules. And rules could be changed.I got out of bed and walked to my closet. I needed to think about this carefully. I wasn’t trying to seduce them—not really. I was trying to make them want me so badly they couldn’t think straight. There was a difference.I chose my clothes carefull

RheaI came downstairs already dressed for school, my bag slung over my shoulder and my face carefully composed into something resembling normal. I’d spent extra time on my makeup this morning, making sure the bite mark on my lip was as covered as possible and that the dark circles under my eyes were concealed.I could hear voices coming from the kitchen as I approached—the normal sounds of breakfast. Greg’s deep voice, my mother’s softer one, and Elowen’s higher pitch cutting through both.I stepped into the kitchen just as my mother reached toward Elowen’s plate with a serving spoon full of scrambled eggs.“Who told you to do that?” Elowen’s voice was sharp, cutting. She jerked her plate away from my mother’s reach. “Why did you add scrambled eggs? Did I ask you? Why do you keep doing things that nobody asked you to do?”My mother’s hand froze mid-air, the spoon trembling slightly. Her face flushed with embarrassment.Greg set down his coffee cup, his expression hardening. “Elowen.

RheaI slide into Elora’s car and slumped against the seat, my whole body feeling like it had been wrung out and left to dry.“Okay, spill,” Elora said, pulling out of the parking lot. “You’ve been weird all day and I want to know why.”I stared out the window, watching the school disappear behind us. “I kissed Nick.”Elora hit the brakes so hard I lurched forward against my seatbelt.“You what?”“I kissed Nick. In the hallway. After the third period.”She pulled over to the side of the road and turned to face me fully. “Okay. Why?”“Because Brandon was watching.” The words came out flat. “I saw him down the hall and I just… I wanted to hurt him. Wanted him to see that I didn’t need him.”“And did it work?”I thought about the look on Brandon’s face. The way his hands had clenched into fists. The fury that had rolled off him in waves. “Yeah. It worked.”“So why do you look like you want to throw up?”Because the moment I’d pulled away from Nick, I’d seen his face. Pure joy. Relief. Ho

JACKSON’SI stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching her.She was still bound exactly how we’d left her, legs spread wide, wrists cinched above her head. Her body was trembling, covered in a sheen of sweat. And between her thighs, she was absolutely drenched—her pussy visibly pulsing, swollen, and angry red from the belt.Brandon had gone downstairs, but I had to return to untie her. Left for me, I’d leave her like this all night for defying us, but she needs to be at dinner, or else her absence will raise questions.“Look at you,” I said, stepping closer. “Still fucking dripping.”Her head lifted slightly, eyes unfocused and glazed with need.I crouched between her spread legs and couldn’t help the dark satisfaction that curled through me. Her pussy was breathing, literally pulsing and clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled.My cock was rock hard. I was fighting the urge to thrust into her and fuck her virgin pussy raw and watch her blood smear on my cock.“Your pus