Todos los capítulos de My Stepbrother My Ruin: Capítulo 101 - Capítulo 110

The drive to the office was different this time.Brianna sat in the passenger seat, watching the city pass, and felt none of the fear that had once gripped her. The buildings, the streets, the people. They were the same. But she was not. She had walked away from her mother. She had chosen herself. She had decided to fight.Dawson glanced at her as he drove."You're quiet.""I'm thinking.""About what?"She turned to look at him."About how different everything feels."He reached for her hand. She let him take it."Different how?"She was quiet for a moment."I used to walk into that building like I was walking into a trap. Every step felt like a mistake. Every look felt like a judgment." She squeezed his hand. "Now I feel like I'm walking into a place I own."He looked at her. Something shifted in his eyes. Something like pride."You do own it. You helped build this. You found the evidence. You found the witnesses. You found the truth."She looked at the building ahead. The glass towe

The police station was cold.Brianna stood in the lobby, the evidence bag clutched against her chest, her eyes scanning the room. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead. The floors were linoleum, scuffed and gray. A few officers sat behind desks, typing, filing, ignoring them.She had expected something different. More urgency. More drama. Instead, it felt like walking into a dentist's office.Dawson stood beside her. His hand was on her back."We're here to see Inspector Rossi," he said to the officer at the front desk.The officer looked up. His eyes moved from Dawson to Brianna."Name?""Dawson Van Doren. She's with me."The officer's eyes flickered. Recognition. Wariness."One moment."He picked up the phone. Spoke in a low voice. Hung up."He'll see you now. Second floor. Room 214."The stairs were narrow. The walls were beige. The air smelled like stale coffee and old paper.Brianna climbed the stairs, her heart pounding. The evidence was heavy in her hands. The truth was heavy in h

Morning crept through the windows like a thief.Brianna woke with her face pressed against Dawson's chest, her fingers curled into his shirt, his arm wrapped around her waist. The fire had burned low. The room was cold. But she was warm.She lay still for a moment, listening to his heartbeat. Steady. Strong. Real.He stirred. His hand moved to her hair."You're awake.""So are you."He pulled her closer."How long have you been watching me?"She almost smiled."Long enough."He opened his eyes. The gray was soft in the dim light."What are you thinking?"She was quiet for a moment."I'm thinking about how different everything feels."He touched her face."Different how?"She turned in his arms. Her eyes found his."I used to wake up scared. Every morning. Every night. Every time I closed my eyes." Her voice was low. "Now I wake up and I feel... ready."He studied her face."Ready for what?"She held his gaze."Ready to fight. Ready to win. Ready to stop running."He was quiet for a lo

The file was still on the table when Brianna stood up.Her legs were unsteady. Her hands were shaking. But her eyes were dry. She had cried enough. Now it was time to fight.Dawson rose with her."Where are you going?""To see my mother."He reached for her hand."I'll come with you."She shook her head."No. I need to do this alone."He was quiet for a moment. Then he nodded."I'll be here when you get back."She touched his face."I know."The drive to her mother's apartment was short.She sat in the car for a moment after she parked. The building was quiet. The windows were dark. She had not called ahead. She wanted to see her mother's face when she asked.She walked up the stairs. Knocked on the door.Eloise opened it. Her face was pale, her eyes red. She had been crying."Brianna.""I need to see it."Eloise's face went white."See what?""The locket. The one you've been hiding."Eloise stepped back. Let her in.They sat in the small living room. The morning light was gray. The c

The file was thick.Inspector Rossi handed it across his desk, his face unreadable, his eyes steady on hers. Brianna took it with both hands, her fingers trembling against the worn cardboard cover."Everything I have," Rossi said. "Everything your father collected. Every piece of evidence. Every witness statement. Every name."She looked at the file."He gave you all of this?""He gave me copies." Rossi leaned back in his chair. "He knew Declan would come for him. He wanted to make sure the truth survived."She opened the file.The first page was a biography. Typewritten. Neat. Organized. She read the words slowly, letting them sink in.Antonio Rossi. Born in Florence, 1965. Educated at the University of Bologna. Graduated with honors in law. Entered public service in 1990.She turned the page.His career was laid out before her in careful detail. Every position. Every accomplishment. Every battle he had fought. He had started small, as a clerk in the local court. He had worked his wa