Step Brother's Revenge: The Hate Game のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 5

Sneak peak:"You're a monster," I seethed, tears streaking down my cheeks, breath hitching in my chest.And he chuckled—the bastard actually chuckled.The same man who had just crushed my heart under his boot found amusement in my pain."This is only the beginning of what I'm taking from you, Bella," he murmured, stepping closer. His voice was soft, venom wrapped in silk. Those eyes—burning with hate now—had held something entirely different just yesterday. "You have so much more to lose.""Guess what, Asher?" I shot back, stepping closer until the air trembled between us. My body shook, my throat raw, but I didn't care. "I have nothing left to lose. You already destroyed the only thing I had."I met his gaze, every word trembling but true. "My fucking heart."Something flickered in his eyes—surprise, hesitation, pain—but I didn't stay to read it. I turned to walk away.Then his hand shot out, fingers closing around my wrist, pulling me back with a force that stole my breath.Before I

IsabellaI had a headache.A bad one.My head throbbed as I tried to open my eyes. The surface beneath me was soft—too soft. Not the cold, unforgiving floor I was used to.I forced my eyes open.This wasn't the basement.It was a room.Unfamiliar. Spacious.What the—I shot up in bed, and the memories crashed into me all at once. My parents' deaths. Asher. My stepbrother. The choking darkness.Panic clawed at my chest as I looked around.This didn't look like a prison.Pink bedding. White walls. A vanity by the window. A massive wardrobe. And—My breath hitched.A jacuzzi.The room was enormous.What was going on? Hadn't he brought me here to torture me—just like he said?The door opened.Richard walked in, Lucy cradled in his arms, casually stroking her fur like they were old friends."Well," he drawled pleasantly, "rise and shine, pretty face."He looked different today—no suit. Just a crisp blue shirt and white slacks. Hair perfect, as always. I glanced outside and squinted at the

IsabellaThe wine poured all over me—red soaking into my blonde hair, staining it, bleeding down the white of my dress. I froze where I stood, my body locking before my mind could catch up.Belts.Shattered bottles.Open wounds.Blood.My father's rage.My mother's deliberate blindness.I froze.Yes.I completely froze.Jennifer's laughter rang through the room—sharp, cruel—until it cut off abruptly.Silence.A heartbeat passed, and I saw it—Jennifer's wrist caught in Richard's grip."What the fuck, Rich?" she snapped, yanking against him. "What are you doing?""This is too much." Richard's voice was hard as he ripped the bottle from her hand and hurled it away. It shattered against the floor with a deafening crash.The sound split me open.I slapped my hands over my ears."No—no—no!" The words tore out of me before I could stop them. "I'm sorry!"Every eye snapped to me—Jennifer's, Richard's... and Asher's.His dark gaze burned straight through me, stripping, dissecting. Like he was