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

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

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

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

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

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