All Chapters of CRUEL DESIRES: MY BULLY TURNED STEP BROTHER : Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Gabriel's POV Ring, ring! My alarm made me jolt straight up from my sleep. I angrily smacked the screen to shut it up, squeezing my eyes open as I turned my head toward the couch. Derek was still sitting right there, his eyes wide open. "Derek?" I called out, my voice raspy from sleep. "Yeah. You're awake," he said, getting up and stretching his broad frame. "Did you even get any sleep at all?" I asked, looking at the faint dark circles under his eyes. He didn't respond. He just offered a small, uncharacteristic smile, but the moment the doorbell rang, that smile instantly died. "Who's there?" I muttered, pulling the duvet off my legs. "Don't worry, I'll get it," Derek said. He marched over and pulled the door open, and Scott immediately walked in, looking frantic. Scott stopped dead in his tracks, staring at his cousin. "Wait. How the hell are you still here?" "Don't ask me stupid questions," Derek snapped, crossing his arms. "Someone actually has to watch the boy." He poi

Gabriel's POV I stepped down from the cab exactly as the clock struck 6:00 PM. A towering, gray building stood in front of me, stretching cold and flat against the dimming sky. Suddenly, my phone began vibrating violently in my pocket. I pulled it out and checked the caller ID. It was Derek again. An engagement... the thought threatened to swallow me whole, but I aggressively shook it from my head. I couldn't deal with that right now. Right now, I just needed to find out why my mother had ordered me to attend a cooking class in a place like this. I looked around the area. It was completely isolated....the building sat practically in the middle of nowhere. Ring, ring. Derek wouldn't stop calling. A second later, his name vanished, replaced by a text notification: Gabe, where are you? please take your calls.. it's urgent. I let out a heavy sigh and swiped the message away, only for another incoming call from Scott to light up the screen. Frustrated, I held down the power button

Derek's POV "Stop this madness at once!" my father roared, his voice echoing off the high ceilings of the house. I didn't flinch. I stood facing him, eyeball to eyeball, my chest heaving as the rage boiled over in my veins. "Where is Gabriel?!" I barked, stepping directly into his space. "Where the fuck is he?!" "You have absolutely no respect left for me?!" he yelled back, his face contorting with anger. I took two steps back, a hollow, breathless laugh tearing from my throat. "Respect?" I asked, staring at the man who raised me. "You think what I have for you is respect? Every single ounce of respect I had died the moment you let my mother die." I snapped my head toward Gabriel's mother. She was standing a few feet away, playing the part of the quiet innocent housewife, but her eyes were entirely dead. "Fine. Don't tell me where he is," I growled, pointing a shaking finger between the two of them. "I will find him myself. And I swear to God, when I do, if I find out either of

Gabriel's POV Beep. Beep. Beep. The hospital room was finally quiet but the heavy, weight of my friends pity still lingering in the air. Mike, Erica, and Scott had all been here earlier. They had stood around my bed, their eyes wide with a fragile like sympathy that made me want to scream. But I couldn't scream. All I could do was force a plastic, fake smile onto my face until they finally left, one by one. I tilted my head slowly to the side. Derek hadn't left. He was sitting on a low chair right beside me, his broad shoulders hunched over, his head resting heavily against the edge of my mattress. I glanced up at the digital clock mounted on the wall. It was past 2:00 AM. The quiet room should have been a relief. But the moment the silence settled, the dark took shape. “We are going to make you enjoy women.” Oh fuck... oh fuck. The voices. The hollow ugly moans. The sound of shifting sheets and leather straps. It all came rushing back, echoing inside my skull like a loud, d

Derek's POV I was sitting outside the room. I was completely quiet now, the frantic chaos from moments ago bleeding into an unsettling, heavy silence. I didn't know what to think. I didn't know what to feel, actually. My hands were resting on my knees, my fingers fumbling over each other in a frantic, uncontrollable shake. Soon after, the heavy door creaked open. I tilted my head slowly, my heart stopping as the doctor stepped out first, followed by a quiet procession of nurses. The doctor didn't have a smile on his face. His expression was completely unreadable. I tried to catch the eye of the lead nurse, but she actively avoided my gaze, staring down at the floor as she and the others walked past, leaving the doctor standing right in front of me. I got up from my seat, my movements stiff and robotic as he walked closer to me. "Due to the severe psychological trauma, the physical injuries, and acute dehydration, his body went into neurogenic shock," the doctor explained, his