Inicio / Werewolf / My Stepbrother My Ruin / Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

Todos los capítulos de My Stepbrother My Ruin: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

120 Capítulos

Chapter 91: The Date That Changed Everything

The cabin was cold when they returned from the café.Brianna sat at the kitchen table, the new evidence spread before her, her mind still racing from Matteo's confession. The accounts. The transfers. The names. Everything they needed to destroy Eric was finally in their hands.But something was still nagging at her. A thread she had not pulled.She pulled the older files closer. The ones from the beginning. The ones from before she had arrived at the estate.She started cross-referencing dates.The first payment. The first transfer. The first time money had started moving in ways it should not have.She traced it back. Back. Back.Her hand stopped.The date was three years ago. The same week her mother had signed the marriage contract.She stared at the page. Her heart was pounding.She pulled another file. The payment records. The dates. The names.She matched them. Every single one.The theft had begun the same week Eloise entered the picture.She sat back in her chair. Her hands we

Chapter 92: Buried Truth

The archive room was cold.Brianna stood in the doorway, her breath fogging in the dim light. Shelves stretched into darkness, filled with boxes and binders, years of records that Declan thought no one would ever find.She had been here before. The night she first discovered the Governor's photo. The night everything changed.But this time, she was looking for something different.Dawson had given her the key. Francesca had given her the location. The sealed records Declan had buried when Eloise first entered the picture. The evidence that proved everything.She walked to the back of the room. Found the box she was looking for. Old. Dusty. Taped shut with yellowing tape.She pulled it down. Set it on the table.Her hands were shaking as she opened it.The records were older than she expected.Years of documents. Contracts. Letters. Photographs. Everything Declan had tried to hide.She started with the contracts. The first one was dated three years before the wedding. Before Eloise had

Chapter 93: The Paper Trail

The apartment was quiet after Eloise's tears stopped.Brianna sat on the couch, her mother's hand in hers, the box of records on the table between them. Dawson stood by the window, his back to them, giving them space. The only sounds were the ticking of the clock on the wall and the soft hum of the city outside.Eloise's face was pale, her eyes red and swollen. She had not stopped shaking since Brianna walked in. Her hands were cold in Brianna's grip. Her whole body seemed smaller, frailer, like she had been carrying something heavy for a very long time and was finally letting it go."I didn't know," Eloise whispered. Her voice was thin, cracked. "About the debt. About the inflation. I thought I owed everything."Brianna squeezed her mother's hand. She could feel the bones beneath the skin, fragile and thin."Tell me what happened."Eloise took a shaky breath. She stared at the wall, her eyes unfocused, like she was seeing something far away."Before I met Declan, I had some debts. Sm

Chapter 94: The Truth About Her Mother

The call ended.Brianna stood in the middle of the cabin, her phone still pressed to her ear, the silence of the room pressing in around her. Her mother's voice still echoed in her mind. I love you too. Three words that should have felt like a balm. Instead, they felt like a wound that was finally beginning to heal.She set the phone down on the table. Her hands were shaking.Dawson came up behind her. His hands rested on her shoulders, warm and steady."Are you okay?"She shook her head. Then she nodded. Then she shook her head again."I don't know."He turned her to face him. His eyes searched hers."Talk to me."She looked at his face. At the man who had stood beside her through all of this. At the man who had held her when she fell apart and pushed her when she needed to fight."She was framed," Brianna said. Her voice was low, rough. "All this time, I thought she was weak. I thought she sold me because she was selfish. I thought she chose money over me." She pressed her hand to h

Chapter 95: The Tilt

The car was warm when Brianna climbed back in.Dawson was already behind the wheel, his hands resting on the steering wheel, his eyes on her face. He did not start the engine. He just sat there, waiting, giving her space to breathe.She closed the door. The silence wrapped around her like a blanket. She leaned her head back against the seat and closed her eyes.For a long moment, neither of them spoke.Then she opened her eyes. She stared at the dashboard, at the soft glow of the instruments, at the world outside that was still turning, still moving, still going on as if nothing had changed.Everything had changed."I spent my whole life being angry at her," Brianna said. Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper. "Every time she made a mistake, every time she chose the wrong man, every time she fell short, I was angry. I told myself she was weak. I told myself she was selfish. I told myself she never really loved me."Dawson reached for her hand. She let him take it."And now I know the

Chapter 96: The Impossible Choice

The fire crackled low in the hearth.Brianna sat on the couch, her hands wrapped around a cup of coffee that had gone cold. The cabin was quiet. Dawson had gone to make calls, leaving her alone with her thoughts. The box of records was still on the table. Her mother's face was still in her mind.She could not stop thinking about what Eloise had said. I thought I was protecting you. Those words echoed in her head, over and over, like a song she could not turn off.She had spent years being angry. Years blaming her mother for being weak. Years telling herself that Eloise had chosen money over her.But now she knew the truth. Eloise had not chosen money. She had chosen survival. Not just her own. Brianna's.She set the coffee down. Her hands were shaking.Dawson walked back into the room. He stopped when he saw her face."What is it?""I can't stop thinking about her."He sat beside her. His hand found hers."What about her?""She was a victim." Brianna's voice was low. "She was trapped.

Chapter 97: The Weight of Love

The car moved through the dark, the headlights cutting a path through the night.Brianna sat in the passenger seat, her hands in her lap, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. Dawson drove in silence. He had not asked her what she was thinking. He did not need to. He could see it on her face.She had just left her mother's apartment. She had held her, comforted her, promised to destroy the men who had hurt her. She had meant every word.But now, in the quiet of the car, the questions were creeping in.Was her mother really a victim? Or had she made choices that led her here? Had she been trapped, or had she simply been too weak to fight?And if she was a victim, did that make what she had done okay? Did it erase the years of pain? Did it erase the feeling of being sold?Brianna pressed her palm against her forehead. Her head was pounding.Dawson glanced at her."You're thinking too hard."She laughed. A short, bitter sound."I don't know how to stop."He reached for her hand. She let him

Chapter 98: The Breaking Point

Brianna did not sleep.She lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, running through everything in her head. Declan. Eric. Her mother. The debt. The lies. The years of pain.She had told Dawson she would sleep. She had closed her eyes and pretended. But sleep would not come.She rose before dawn. Dressed in the dark. Walked to the car.The keys were on the table. She took them.The drive to her mother's apartment took forty minutes.The streets were empty. The city was still sleeping. She parked in front of the building and sat for a moment, her hands on the wheel, her heart pounding.She did not know what she was going to say. She did not know if she was ready to hear the truth.But she had to ask.She walked up the stairs. Knocked on the door.Eloise opened it. Her face was pale, her eyes red. She had not slept either."Brianna.""I need to ask you something."Eloise stepped back. Let her in.They sat in the small living room, the morning light creeping through the curtains.Brianna l

Chapter 99: The Weight of Survival

Brianna's hand was on the door handle.She should leave. She should walk out and never look back. But her feet would not move. She stood there, her back to her mother, the silence pressing in around her. The morning light crept through the curtains, casting long shadows across the floor. She could hear Eloise breathing behind her. Shallow. Unsteady. The sound of a woman who had been holding her breath for years and was finally letting it out."Brianna."She closed her eyes. The voice was small, fragile, the voice of a woman who had spent too long being afraid."Please."She turned.Eloise was standing in the middle of the room, her hands clasped in front of her, her face wet with tears. She looked small. Broken. Like a woman who had been carrying something heavy for so long she had forgotten what it felt like to be light. Her shoulders were hunched. Her eyes were red and swollen. She looked like she had not slept in days, maybe weeks, maybe years."I did it to keep us alive."Brianna'

Chapter 100: The First Step Away

The car moved through the morning light.Brianna drove with her hands steady on the wheel, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. The city was waking up around her. People were starting their days, walking dogs, drinking coffee, living ordinary lives. She felt like she was watching them from a great distance, like she was not really there.Her mother's face was still in her mind. The tears. The confession. The desperate grip of her hands. The way she had begged for forgiveness, the way she had said she did it to keep them alive.She had walked away.For the first time in her life, she had walked away from her mother. Not in anger. Not in abandonment. But in choice. She had chosen to leave. She had chosen to fight. She had chosen herself.The weight of that decision settled on her chest, heavy and unfamiliar. She had always been the one to stay. The one to forgive. The one to come back, no matter how much it hurt. But this time was different.The cabin appeared through the trees. She parked

ANTERIOR

...

SIGUIENTE

ESCANEA EL CÓDIGO PARA LEER EN LA APP

DMCA.com Protection Status