All Chapters of CRUEL DESIRES: MY BULLY TURNED STEP BROTHER : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

150 Chapters

The Sketchbook Debt

Gabriel's POV "Is that me, Gabriel? What the fuck? I knew you were weird, but I didn't know you were a fucking pervert." The voice cut through the silence of the art hall like a jagged blade. I didn't even have to look up. My blood had turned to ice instantly, my heart hammered a painful rhythm against my ribs as I frozed. Before I could even think of slamming my sketchbook shut and running away, a large muscled hand snatched it from my desk. It was Derek Miller, my cruel bully and my insane crush. I raised my head to look at him, he stood over me, a cruel, beautiful smirk twisting his lips. He held the book high above my head, flipping through the pages with a slow, deliberate thumb. This was definitely my end. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me at that instant. I clenched the hem of my jean trouser tightly. "Derek, please," I whispered, my voice cracking. "Give that back to me.... it's for practice." "Practice?" he laughed hysterically. He held the book up

Orchestration From Hell

Gabriel's POV "Wow isn't this wonderful, this was all predestined by God," my mum chuckled, breaking the deafening silence in the grand dining. I sat stiffly, my eyes glued to Derek's plate. He was sitting across me, this was definitely not the reaction I was expecting. His head was buried in his plate, as if trying to avoid the gaze of his father. Sometimes his father would look at him with an unreadable expression, but they both didn't speak to each other. This was the first time I had seen Derek actually compose his anger in front of someone. He was terrifyingly calm, not shaking, not trembling. I had thought earlier he was going to lunge at his father. "Family is the foundation of the Miller name," Mr Miller voice cut through the silence again. He smiled warmly to me. "I heard you are a very bright student and a talented artiste. As your step dad I am very proud of that." His eyes brushed past me and stopped at Derek who was just eating quietly. "eh....ehm,"he cleared his thro

Bad Intentions

Gabriel's POV The ride back to campus was the loudest silence I have ever sat through. Derek didn’t say a word, his knuckles white on the steering wheel of that red sports car, while I sat in the passenger seat trying not to choke on the taste of him. My throat felt raw, like I had swallowed a handful of gravel, and every time the car hit a bump, my stomach did a sick little flip. I kept my face pressed against the cold glass of the window, watching the neon lights of the city blur into long, bloody streaks. When he finally pulled up to my dorm, he didn't even look at me. "Get out," he rasped. That was it. No see you at the wedding, brother. Just that serrated edge in his voice. I scrambled out, my legs feeling like overcooked noodles, and didn't stop running until I was behind the heavy oak door of my room. "Gabe? Whoa, hey, you look like you just crawled out of a wreck." Bradley was sitting on my bed, his laptop open, looking every bit the golden boy boyfriend I had spent the

Wasted Years

Gabriel's POV The air in the room was thick, smelling like expensive cologne and the kind of raw, sweaty musk that made me want to gag. I stood there, my hand still trembling on the doorknob, watching the person I had loved for five years untangle himself from a nightmare. "Gabriel, wait. I can explain. It’s not... " Bradley started, his voice cracking as he tried to pull a stray sheet over his lower half. "He can’t explain a damn thing," Derek’s voice cut him off, sharp and cold as a razor blade. Derek walked back to his couch. He stayed right there, sitting back against the headboard, completely naked and looking like a bored king. He looked at Bradley like he was a used tissue, then shifted those icy, sea-blue eyes to me. "He gets paid to please me, Gabriel," Derek smirked, a slow, cruel twist of his lips. "He’s an employee. And a very... dedicated one, aren't you, Brad?" I felt the floor tilt. I looked at Bradley, waiting for him to scream, to hit him, to say it was a

Toxic Attraction

Gabriel's POV The sun crawled into my room like it was mocking me, hitting the messy pile of sketchbooks in the corner. I hadn’t slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Derek’s cold blue gaze and felt the phantom weight of Bradley’s indifference. I kept checking my phone. It was a reflex now, a sick twitch in my thumb. Check. Refresh. Nothing. Not a text. Not a Gabe, I am sorry." Not even a Go to hell." Five years of my life, five years of me being his bank account, his secret keeper, and his ghost, erased in a single night. Bradley was probably eating an expensive breakfast in Derek’s suite right now, laughing at how easy it was to swap a broke artist for a billionaire heir. My chest felt like it had been hollowed out with a rusted spoon. I was a nerdy, stuttering introvert with zero friends because I had spent every waking second making sure Bradley felt like a king. I had no one. Bradley had always been my only friend. The only human that ever showed me affection and no

Nightmare

Gabriel's POV I didn't even have the chance to say no. The air in my tiny, cramped dorm room felt like it had been sucked out by a vacuum the moment Derek’s belt hit the floor. The metal buckle made a sharp clink against the linoleum that sounded like a gunshot to my nerves. Connor was behind me, his grip on my arms so tight I felt my circulation cutting off. He was laughing, that wet, annoying snicker he always did when he was watching Derek destroy something. I wanted to scream, but my throat was a desert. "Down," Derek commanded. It wasn't a request. I sank to my knees, my glasses sliding down the bridge of my nose. I looked pathetic. I knew I did. A nerdy, stuttering boy with ginger hair and a heart that was currently trying to beat its way out of my ribs. I looked up at him, and God, I hated myself. I hated that even as I was trembling, even as I was terrified of what was coming, my eyes couldn't help but trace the line of his jaw. He was so beautiful in the most disgusting

Threesome

Gabriel's POV My hand wouldn't stop shaking. Every time I looked down at my knuckles, I saw the faint red smear where I had actually, God, I actually punched him. I punched Derek Miller. I was walking back to the dorms my heart doing this frantic, rib cracking dance. Why did he let me go? He should have beat me up. But he just stood there, looking at me like I was some new, interesting species of insect he couldn't wait to pin to a board. I was so deep in the what if trap that I didn't even see the person in front of me until I was face first in a navy blue blazer. "Oof!" We both went down. Hard. My glasses flew off again and I heard the terrifying thud of books hitting the pavement. "I am so sorry! Oh my god, I am so, so sorry!" I scrambled onto my knees, my hands frantically patting the concrete until I felt the familiar plastic frames. I shoved them onto my face, my vision snapping back to see a guy sitting across from me. He looked... well, he looked like me. Le

I Never Asked For This

Gabriel's POV I sat on the edge of my sagging dorm mattress, a small, hysterical laugh bubbling up in my chest. Tornadoes. That’s what Mike and Erica were. For a few minutes back at that dive bar, the world had felt loud and colorful and weirdly okay. I kept thinking about Erica screaming about her virginity to a room full of drunks. It was the first time I had laughed in… I don’t even know how long.But the laughter died the second I looked at my phone. The screen was a cold, white glare in my dark room.Come to the Miller house. Your brother is coming to pick you up.My brother. The word felt like a mouthful of broken glass. I didn't have a brother. I had a bully who had spent a year turning my college experience into a survival horror game. And now my mom, the woman who was supposed to be my shield was hand delivering me to him like a sacrificial lamb."Please, just let me have ten minutes," I whispered to the empty walls. "Just ten minutes to be Gabriel before I have to be a Mil

Nobody Is Coming To Save You

Gabriel's POV The water was getting colder, but the air in the tiny bathroom felt like it was boiling.I was pressed so far back into the corner of the shower stall that the grout was digging into my spine. Derek didn’t care. He stepped into the spray, the water slicking his hair back and making the muscles in his chest look even more intimidating. He looked like a masterpiece made of marble and malice. And me? I felt like a stray dog caught in a rainstorm."The soap, Gabe," he said, his voice dropping an octave, vibrating against the tile. "Don’t tell me you have forgotten how to be useful already."He held out his hand, palm up. I reached for the bar of soap with fingers that felt like they were made of lead. When I handed it to him, our skin touched for a split second, and a jolt of electricity shot straight to my gut. I hated it. I hated that my body didn’t get the memo that this man was my destroyer."Wash my back," he commanded, turning around.I took a shaky breath, the steam

Two Faced Mum

Gabriel's POV The dining room was too bright. It was all crystal chandeliers and polished mahogany, a world so sharp it felt like it was cutting me open. I sat there in that black silk shirt, the fabric feeling like a cold, expensive skin against my shivering body. I couldn't look up. If I did, I would see my mother’s fake, radiant smile or Mr. Miller’s heavy, assessing gaze.But mostly, I would see Derek.Under the table, the air was just as thick. I felt it, the heavy weight of Derek’s boot pressing against the side of my calf. It wasn't accidental. He was slowly, methodically sliding his foot up, tracing the line of my inner thigh. I gripped my silver fork so hard the metal bit into my palm."So, Gabriel," Mr. Miller’s voice boomed, cutting through the clinking. "My brilliant boy. I have heard so much about your academic record. And I heard you are a fine artiste. You can make a living out of it. Art is a noble path."I swallowed, my throat feeling like it was lined with sandpap

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