Todos los capítulos de MY STEP BROTHER, MY RUIN: Capítulo 141 - Capítulo 150

RONAN; I stood there, eyes moving from Dad to Natalie and back to Dad again. At first the pieces refused to fit. It was like a bad dream that refused to go away. When Jax sent me the address I had pictured some random blogger chasing clicks and easy money, trying to milk the juiciest news for this purpose. Dad had insisted we treat it seriously, just to be safe. Yes, we needed to be safe… That was just it. Nothing prepared me for this, for Natalie’s name slipping out of Dad’s mouth. She stood only a few steps away, the same woman who had kept a chokehold on my life for months. The same woman I regretted the moment I sobered up in that hotel room. I had always told myself the night we met was pure bad luck… An ugly coincidence that brought us together in that same room. I was drunk, she walked into the wrong room, things happened. But the way Dad stared at her now, the way her name left his mouth like it carried years of weight, the hard swallow in his throat, told me there

RONAN;“Son, we could talk about that at home,” he said, looking sideways at the people passing by. “No, Dad. I want answers now…. I want to know how I got into all of this.” My chest thumped as I kept my eyes fixed on him. Dad let out a long breath and finally stepped back. His hands dropped from my shoulders. His eyes went pale, phone buzzed in his hand but he silenced it at once. He looked back at my face and swallowed hard.“She was never supposed to come near you,” he said. “That part is on me.”I waited. Behind him I could still sense June and her mother standing a few paces away, but I kept my eyes on Dad’s face.“After your mother died, Natalie reached out, we reconnected. I wanted a mother figure for you as well,” he continued. “So, I gave her… audience.”“Reconnected?” I asked, bewildered. “Yes, Ronan,” He answered. “She had been… around in the old days. Not the woman I was with when you were eight… that was someone else I tried to ease the pain your mother’s action infli

JUNE;Matthew was already there when I reached the park's lower level. He sat under a white tent at the far end, a little apart from the main paths. A few people walked by with dogs or strollers, but the place was still quiet compared to the crowds that usually filled it in the evenings.He stood the moment he saw me coming down the open staircase. I walked toward him, heart beating hard against my ribs, and my fingers locked tight around the strap of my bag. Every step forced the same question through my head: should I even be here after everything that had just happened at the station? I had heard Ronan and his father in the parking lot. Ronan had spoken about the first night with Natalie, about blackmail, about the truck. At one point, it sounded like he was about to say more, but then his eyes found mine and the rest of the words disappeared. That silence still sat in my chest like a heavy stone. Maybe he really was hiding his continued affair with Natalie. The thought of it m

JUNE;We all sat down again under the white tent. Our glasses of soft drinks sat before us like mere decorations. For a moment I almost believed Matthew had only used the word “evidence” to get me here and that nothing real existed. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, his eyes darkened as he unlocked it. The playful softness from earlier was gone, his fingers trembled slightly around the gadget while he tapped the screen. When he held the phone out to me, his throat moved once in a hard swallow.I looked at him, then at Mary, like I would need some emotional support to even take the phone from him. Neither of them spoke. Every instinct told me not to take the phone but Matthew nudged it closer. I finally closed my fingers around it.The video was already playing. The sound was low; I couldn't catch every word, but I didn't need to. Ronan stood in a bedroom I had never seen. Natalie lay across the bed in a transparent red lingerie set, one knee bent, she was sa

Ronan closed his bedroom door harder than he needed to and stood with his back against it for a long moment. The quiet of the house pressed in around him like a curse. Everything from the station still sat under his skin… Natalie’s calm face when they brought her in, the way his father’s voice had cracked while talking about his mother, the old man’s name dragged back into the light after so many years. He pushed off the door and began to pace.How could his father possibly say such a thing about his mother? He feared that it was the truth after all.Or was it the unfortunate discovery that Natalie had never been a random mistake? That knowledge alone kept his jaw locked. Yet the thing that would not let him sit still was smaller and sharper…. June had not come home with them, and the disdainful way she looked at him before turning towards her waiting cab.He had stood near the cars outside the station and watched her. Marielle had asked where she was going. June’s answer came too qu