All Chapters of MY STEP BROTHER, MY RUIN: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

JUNE; Mary’s name lit up my phone while I was still packing my bag after the last exam paper. I almost ignored it like I did last night. She had called endlessly last night, but I never picked up. I wasn’t ready to speak to her, not after everything she had done, not after she left me stranded at the club with no explanation for it. But watching the phone buzz on the desk now, I couldn’t ignore it forever. My thumb hovered over the red button, but something made me swipe to answer; I needed to hear her speak. “June… my dad. He drank too much again. He collapsed. We’re at the hospital. I don’t know what to do.” Her voice came through thin and shaky. I closed my eyes for a second, the anger from earlier still sitting heavy in my chest. Then I told her I was on my way. I found Mary near the emergency wing, sitting with her elbows on her knees and her face buried in her hands when she looked up and saw me, her eyes filled with the same mix of relief and guilt I had seen too many

JUNE;We stood under the dull moonlight, mouths locked in a messy, hungry kiss. Ronan’s lips moved against mine like he couldn’t get enough, tongue sliding deep, tasting me. He took the phone from my hand without breaking the kiss and tossed it onto the swing chair. The soft thud barely registered over the sound of our breathing.“It could break, y’know,” I muttered against his mouth, my voice already shaky.“Then I’ll buy you a dozen more.” His hands gripped my waist and spun me around in one smooth motion. My back hit the cool balcony wall. The night air kissed the exposed skin of my neck where my hair had fallen.My pulse hammered under my skin. “Out here?” I pulled back just enough to speak, one hand pressed flat against his heaving chest. My lips felt swollen and tingling. “Someone might see… Your father.”“We’ll be quick. I've waited for long since the last time,” he breathed against my ear, the heat of his words sending a shiver down my spine. “Turn around. Grab the table.”He

JUNE;Then the door opened and I froze.Mr. Grayson stood in the doorway. His eyes moved slowly from my face to Ronan’s. I followed his gaze, terrified that Ronan was still exposed, but when I looked, his jogger pants sat perfectly on his waist again.But the relief that came from knowing we weren’t caught hands down lasted only a second because his warmth continued to slip down the inside of my thigh. I pressed my legs tightly together under the robe and prayed he wouldn’t notice the way I was standing.“Hi, Dad,” Ronan said, his voice steadier than I expected, he was leaning casually against the railings.“Good evening, Sir,” I managed. The words came out thin. My fingers still trembled where they clutched the front of my robe closed.He nodded once and pulled the phone away from his ear. A small smile touched his lips. That was the last thing I expected. I had braced myself for anger, for the sharp tone he usually used with Ronan, for questions about the broken cup or why we were

AUTHOR’S POV;The storage room smelled of old paper and dust, with tall metal shelves packed with boxes and bundles of books. Selene crouched behind one shelf, her breathing quick and excited. She was finally in here; she had slipped in safely without anyone seeing her.She pulled out the fire lighter, flicking it once to test the flame. The small blue fire danced in her hand, lighting up her face a little.A footstep scraped behind her. Selene spun around, eyes wide. “Matthew? What the hell are you doing here?” she hissed, clutching the lighter tighter.Matthew stepped forward, his hands raised slightly. “Selene, you need to stop this right now. This isn’t the plan. We’re supposed to create a scandal for the Grayson family, not ruin some girl completely.”Selene let out a sharp laugh that echoed off the shelves, her laugh was ugly and dark. “Your plan, you mean. Not mine. That little witch June is standing in my way. Every time I turn around, she’s there, batting her eyes at Ronan

JUNE; I opened my eyes slowly, they were as heavy as rocks, every view came in hazy and blurry. Voices reached me, not loud but not distant, I tried to sit up and that was when I realized an IV needle was sitting right on my hand. My eyes moved, trailing the IV line to the drip dropping slowly. My gut twisted in that ugly manner. I turned my face to the other side, Ronan stood up at once, bending over me, while his hand held my shoulders softly, helping me lie back down. “Where am I?” I asked softly, my eyes on his face. Of course, I had seen the IV line, the heavy plaster on my hand, and the monitor beeping almost inaudibly above my head. I knew it was a freaking hospital. But how? And where? I was supposed to be at work, not here. Ronan’s lips parted, giving a reassuring smile. That helped calm my nerves a bit. At least, I wasn’t dying. He seemed so happy that I was awake and I had no idea how long I had lain on that bed for. “At the hospital,” he whispered, like he d