บททั้งหมดของ My Hockey Bully Stepbrother : บทที่ 151 - บทที่ 160

Crew’s POVI stared at my father like I was waiting for a translation.He didn’t say anything else. He just looked at Gray, and Gray looked back at him. Something passed between them that felt like the specific language of a parent and a child who had been sitting with something heavy for a long time.Gray stood slowly.“Father.” His voice was quiet. “I did not think it was the right time. But if you think it is, then I think so too.”I turned to look at my brother.My expression must have been open because I genuinely had no idea what was happening.“What is going on?” I asked.Gray looked at the floor for a moment before lifting his head and looking directly at me.“I have a condition,” he said. “It affects my memory. Not all the time, not constantly, but it comes in episodes. There are moments where things go blank. Where I lose track of where I am or what I was doing. And as time goes on, those moments are getting worse.”He paused.“One day I may start forgetting things that are

Summer’s POVI screamed.Not a small sound. A full, genuine, completely undignified scream that came out of me before I could stop it and echoed off the driveway and probably reached the neighbors.“Shit.”“Language,” Richard said, but he was smiling.“This is not real,” I said. “This is not happening right now. This is not real.”“It is very real,” my mother said.I walked around the car.Then I walked around it again.It was black. A deep, clean black that caught the light in a way that made it look like it was moving even while it was standing still. Everything about it was exactly right. The lines of it, the size, the way it sat on the driveway like it belonged there. I had been describing this car to myself since I was old enough to know what wanting something felt like. Back when wanting something felt like a joke because I had no realistic path to ever having it.Now it was in front of me on a platter.I made another sound that was somewhere between a scream and a laugh and wal

Summer’s PovI stood there in the dim side room, the muffled thump of the party still pulsing through the walls, and stared at the two of them like they’d lost their minds.“But the party is on the other side. What are you guys doing here? Why did you guys send for me?”Grey stepped forward first. His eyes were dark, hungry, fixed on me like the rest of the house had ceased to exist.“Let’s just say we want a private moment with our girl.”I arched a brow, a small “Hmm” slipping out, half challenge, half curiosity. Tyler moved in beside him, her smile slow and wicked.“Yeah. We want a private moment with our girl.”Grey’s voice dropped lower, rougher. “At home we don’t get the freedom to do what we want with you. And it pains my heart so fucking much.”Then he was on me.No warning. No soft build-up. His mouth crashed against mine, claiming, devouring. One hand fisted in the back of my hair while the other grabbed a handful of my ass and yanked me flush against him. I felt the hard li

Summer’s PovThe happiness was still sitting in my chest, warm and full, when I thought about Tyler.“Wait.” I grabbed my phone from the table. “We have to call Tyler.”My mother raised an eyebrow. “Right now?”“He needs to know about his results too.” I was already dialing. “And he should not be alone when he opens them.”I put it on video call and held the phone up so everyone could see.Tyler picked up on the second ring.“Hey.” He looked slightly distracted, the kind of distracted that meant he had been thinking about something specific. “I was literally about to call you. I just got something in the mail.”“Same,” I said. “Did you open it?”“No. Just got it.”“Open it now. With us.”He looked at the camera and then he seemed to register that there were multiple people behind me. He straightened slightly. “Is everyone there?”“Everyone is here,” I said. “Open it at the same time as me.”I picked up my envelope again even though I already knew what was inside. Tyler needed to open

Summer’s Pov(Three weeks later)The morning arrived faster than I was ready for it.I had known for weeks that it was coming. I had packed, prepared, made lists and checked them, had conversations about logistics and timelines and what to bring and what to leave. I had done everything a person does when they are preparing for something big.And still, when I came downstairs with my last bag and saw everyone gathered in the living room, something in my chest did a thing I had not planned for.Ruby and Kayla were upstairs. I had asked for this part to be family first. Just us, the five of us, one last morning in this house the way it had been all year.Richard stood up.He was not a man who made speeches often. When he spoke at length it meant something, and everyone in the room knew it, so everyone got quiet before he even started.“This is a new beginning,” he said. “For all of you. A new environment, new challenges, life on your own terms for the first time.” He looked around at each