All Chapters of MY STEP BROTHER, MY RUIN: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

SELENE;“How sweet!” I grumbled, almost too loudly as I bent over the open laptop, finger swiping too fast across the touch button. Every message I read jabbed at my heart. I was starting to regret my actions. I mean, this wasn't why I stopped low and begged that dickhead to install this program on my laptop and have it hidden perfectly. Not to read all these stomach-flickering text messages he was sending to some other girl that's not me!I didn't bargain for all these petty talks Ronan was dishing out to that classless, slum girl. His stepsister for crying out loud!I moved away from the laptop before I would be tempted to smash it against the floor. Grabbed my yoga mat that was still laid out on the floor, rolling it up, my hands vibrating in anger that thudded through my veins.My body still slick with sweat, my eyes kept darting to the laptop on the dresser asking it for more. More than just those annoying texts. I had been patient, so patient, for this moment. For him.I had a

JUNE; “Thank you,” I muttered as he dropped my box right on the green shrubs, beside Romy. He stood, watching me. His lips were quivering like he had words. Words that had gone heavy at once. I moved my eyes away from his intense stare, but unfortunately, they landed on Selene Arkwright and her friends, they stood gathered at the tail end of the bus. The other three girls wore serious looks as they darted their eyes at me, but not Selene. The smirk on her face made her look nothing less than a head witch. My stomach rumbled as I tried not to stare too long. Mom had said I should be careful. She had even asked that I promise to be a good girl and not end up in any kind of trouble, I didn't like that she sounded that way, but she did so because of the birthday party story Mr. Grayson had relayed to her. I had promised. But standing here right now, my insides were already screaming ‘being careful over here was impossible!’ Matthew was here, maybe not anywhere around now but

JUNE;I spun around so fast that my heart slammed hard against my ribs. I stretched my neck, checking if anyone had followed him. Maybe Matthew, or even Selene, or other students, but no other person was in sight.For a second, I forgot how to breathe.“What are you doing here?” I snapped, my voice sharper than I intended. My throat tightening a bit.But the sound of my voice had done nothing to scare him or make him stop in his way. He didn’t answer either. Ronan kept walking toward me, with that stern look on his face.My pulse picked up, blood thumping through my veins.He bit lightly on his lower lip, his dark eyes locked on me with an intensity that made my stomach twist. His gaze moved over me slowly, from my face down to my sneakers that were digging into the slightly wet sand.The heat that rushed into my cheeks made me want to scream, fingers circling the selfie stick tighter. Then he paused only when he was a few inches away. His hands slid into the pockets of his tight jea

JUNE;I watched the flames crackle and dance in the center of the bonfire, the orange glow casting long shadows across the circle of students. The evening air was cool against my skin, carrying the scent of burning wood and distant pine. Each student in a sweatshirt, it was a really cold evening following the rain.Romy sat pressed close to my side, unbothered about whatever Madam Lucy was saying, her shoulder bumping mine every few seconds as she chirped excitedly about her day. Her day she had spent at only God-knows-where.“You won’t believe what happened,” she said, her voice bubbling with energy. “I spent the entire morning and almost the entire afternoon with Mr. Ben. He was showing me the old architectural drawings in the main hall. The man knows so much about rural structures. I swear, I could listen to him talk for hours.”I turned to her, my eyes widening in surprise. “Wait… you were gone with Mr. Ben? I looked for you everywhere when I got out of bed. I thought you got lo

JUNE;“What’s happening, June? Why did you run like that?” Romy's voice demanded. She was panting, from running after me, from worrying about what could be the problem.Romy stood directly in front of me, her brows pulled tightly together as she searched my face for answers.My chest rose and fell unevenly, lips slightly parted enough to take in air. I gripped the wooden post on the front porch of our cabin so hard my fingers began to ache. The cold evening air brushing against my damp skin, but it did nothing to calm the heat I was feeling all over.“You looked like you saw a ghost, that’s if you were not one yourself!” Romy added, her voice lower now, but the grit in her tone said more.I opened my mouth, searching for the right words to start with. What exactly was I supposed to say to her? That I had no idea what was going because I was lost in the sweet sinful memory of my stepbrother and me? That I had let him cup my breast, squeezing my nipples and instead of pushing him away,