Todos los capítulos de My Stepbrother My Ruin: Capítulo 31 - Capítulo 40

The dress hung on the back of her door like a ghost.Brianna had found it in the back of her closet that morning, buried under clothes she never wore. Simple. Navy blue. Long sleeves. A neckline that didn't invite attention. It belonged to Dawson's mother, left behind in a room that had been untouched for years.She hadn't asked permission to take it. She just put it on and looked at herself in the mirror.The woman staring back looked calm. Collected. Like someone who belonged at a gala full of people who had everything.Brianna didn't feel that woman. But she could wear her for one night.Downstairs, the house hummed with preparation. Raven's voice carried through the halls, sharp and quick, directing staff, adjusting flowers, demanding perfection. Brianna slipped down the back stairs and out the side door. She would arrive separately. Make her own entrance. Control her own story.The car Dawson had sent waited at the gate. Black. Quiet. The driver opened the door without looking at

The meal ended.Brianna had not moved from her seat near the back of the ballroom. The plates had been cleared, the wine glasses refilled, the lights dimmed to a soft gold that made everyone look younger, richer, more beautiful.She watched Raven move through the crowd like a general surveying a conquered land. Touching shoulders. Whispering secrets. Collecting her army.The woman who had sat beside her earlier was gone now, replaced by a man who smelled of cigars and spoke to his wife in a language Brianna did not understand. She did not try to talk to them. She did not try to talk to anyone.She was waiting.The lights dimmed further. A spotlight found the stage. Raven climbed the steps with the easy grace of someone who had been the center of attention her whole life.The crowd quieted.Raven stood at the microphone, her red dress catching the light, her diamonds sparkling at her throat. She looked beautiful. She looked dangerous."Good evening, everyone."Applause. Polite, warm, f

The cameras found her before Raven finished speaking.Brianna stood frozen in the center of the ballroom, the navy dress suddenly feeling like a costume, her skin too tight, her breath too shallow. Flashes burst around her like small explosions, each one capturing her face, her hands, the way her shoulders had begun to curve inward.She had not meant to freeze. She had meant to walk away. But the light was in her eyes and the laughter was in her ears and her feet would not move."Laundromat origins," Raven had said. The words hung in the air like smoke.Another flash. Another. The photographers had been waiting for this moment, had been paid to wait, had been told exactly when to point their lenses at the girl who did not belong.Brianna's vision blurred. She blinked and the room came back, sharper than before. The chandeliers. The white flowers. The faces of people who had raised their glasses to her poverty and called it a toast.A woman near the front table was whispering to her hu

Raven stood alone on the stage.Her face had lost all color. The red dress that had made her look like fire an hour ago now hung on her like something borrowed, something that did not fit. She had not moved since Dawson walked out. The microphone was still in her hand, dangling at her side, forgotten.The room was not silent. It was worse than silence. It was the low murmur of people who had seen something they did not expect and were trying to make sense of it."She's his," someone whispered. Brianna heard it from across the room. "Dawson claimed her. In front of everyone."The words traveled. They grew as they moved. Claimed. She's his. Did you see the way he looked at her? Like she was the only person in the room.Brianna stood near the doors, still holding her wrap, still feeling the ghost of Dawson's lips on her skin. The cameras were no longer pointed at her. They had turned, slowly, almost reluctantly, toward the woman on the stage who had tried to destroy her and failed.Raven

Eloise stood in the doorway of Brianna's room, her gown still rustling from the drive back from the gala, her makeup smudged beneath her eyes. She looked smaller than Brianna remembered. Smaller than she had looked at the wedding, smaller than she had looked in the kitchen of their old apartment when the bills were due and the cupboards were bare.Brianna closed the door behind her.For a long moment, neither spoke. The room was quiet except for the distant hum of the house settling, the soft creak of old wood cooling after a long night.Eloise moved first. She walked to the chair by the window, the one that had belonged to Dawson's mother, and sat down slowly, like her bones were tired."I heard what Raven said about you," Eloise said. Her voice was low, rough. "About the laundromat. About the debt. About everything."Brianna stayed by the door. "Everyone heard."Eloise's hands were clasped in her lap. They were shaking. Brianna had seen those hands scrub floors, fold sheets, count c