All Chapters of MY STEP BROTHER, MY RUIN: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

JUNE; You know what's cozy? Eating the grilled steak in white pepper sauce and mashed potatoes made by his royal majesty… Ronan. What's even cozier? Sitting on his bed, legs curled, tray sitting perfectly, while I savored the meal he made for me, while his favorite movie played on his laptop before me. How did we get here? Weeks ago, he was the annoying, dickhead boy from school who made stepping onto that premise a living hell for me, and here I was on his bed, enjoying the dish he made, my cunt sore from his bangs. The sound of rushing water from the bathroom pulled my mind, my finger moved, pausing the movie for a second. If I hadn't walked in on him making this meal, I would definitely think he got takeout and was hitting it all up. I hated to admit it, but I can't cook this good. And that made me call him out. It's weird, isn't it? For someone who grew up in riches, surrounded by nannies and maids, how did he do that? “You attended some catering school?” I called out,

JUNE; With Romy still at the school's three-day trip, I had no other option but to board a cab to Mary's. Just to be anywhere, but this fucking mansion. If anyone had told me Ronan would be this person, I would have probably gone to war with that person. What more irresponsible thing should I expect of him before finally realising he wasn't meant for me? And neither was the mansion too! It had come at the expense of my mom's dignity. She had accepted to live on edge as long as the marriage would last, all for what? Just so she could afford the latest bags, luxury dresses, and maybe have the Graysons’ last name attached to hers? I wish she were a child so I could spank her ass real hard. How dare she put me through this? My stepfather's face flashed back, when he leaned against that desk and said all that stuff to me, dishing out the contract like it was the most natural thing to do, like making rules for your new wife was such a Sunday behaviour. “Oh, I could grab his throa

JUNE;“Matthew!” I called, almost yelling, when his lips parted in that calm way. “What are you doing here?” My voice rang high, almost too happy to see him. I hadn't, for once, thought I would bump into him at this place, especially when they had just returned from the trip.“Partying!” He answered, spreading out his hands. His eyes drew in light from the hallway lamp. “Looking for someone?”“Yes,” I replied, darting my eyes around again. “My friend… The one you saw me with in the neighborhood, remember?” Matthew rolled his eyes, like he was having a hard time recalling who I was describing. Like his number wasn’t saved as ‘Brad’ on her phone. Like him being at this same clubhouse out of the numerous ones in the city, was mere coincidence. Matthew was here, and somehow? Mary was nowhere to be found. Pathetic! Funny! Crazy! She must have taken me for a fool. Both of them actually. I gulped hard. “The chubby one?” He asked, after what seemed like a decade.“Yes. That's her.” I adde