All Chapters of My Brother, My Ruin: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Chapter 92: The Trap TightensCassandra“Marcus just sent me the full shower video,” Brady said, staring at his phone like it burned his hand. “Unblurred. I saw everything. You two in the shower. Clear as day.”I felt sick. “Delete it. Please, Brady. Don’t watch it.”Brady shoved the phone in his pocket. “Already deleting. But he has us. He’s not stopping with money. He wants to ruin you two.”Alexander paced the sidewalk outside the dorm. “We go back in there and make him delete everything. Right now.”I grabbed his arm. “No. He said any move and it auto-sends. We can’t risk it. We need to pay this last demand and then trap him properly.”Brady nodded. “She’s right. We get the two hundred thousand together. Then we record him admitting everything. We need proof that holds up.”Alexander looked at me. “You okay?”I shook my head. “No. But I will be if we end this tonight. Let’s get the money.”We drove back to my apartment in silence. Brady sat in the back, quietly.Inside, Alexander

Chapter 94: Lines in the SandCassandra“Get your hands off her right now,” Brady said, voice low and dangerous as he stood in the middle of my living room. His fists were clenched at his sides, bright blue eyes locked on Alexander’s hand resting on my waist.Alexander didn’t move. His fingers tightened on my hip instead. “She’s my stepsister, Brady. And my girlfriend. Back off.”Brady took a step closer. “Girlfriend? You’re sleeping with your own stepsister and acting like it’s normal? I kept your secret. I helped you with the blackmail. And this is how you thank me? By parading it in front of me?”I stepped between them, heart pounding. “Brady, please. We didn’t plan any of this. It just happened. You said you’d keep our secret.”Brady looked at me, pain flashing across his face. “I did. Because I love you, Cassandra. I’ve loved you for over a year. I waited. I respected your space. And all this time you’ve been letting him touch you. Fuck you. While I sat there like an idiot thinki

Chapter 96: Silent ThreatsAlexander“Brady still isn’t answering my texts,” I said, tossing my phone on the kitchen counter. “He’s been avoiding us for three days straight. Every time I see him on campus he turns the other way.”Cassandra stirred the pasta sauce, her wavy dark hair tied in a messy ponytail. She looked tired. “He’s hurt. Really hurt. I keep thinking about what he said. If we don’t end this, he’ll tell our parents this weekend.”I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, kissing the side of her neck. “He’s bluffing. He wouldn’t actually destroy us like that. He cares about you too much.”She leaned back against me. “I hope you’re right. Dad already sent three messages today asking what time we’re coming home on Saturday. He sounds worried. Like Brady said something.”I turned her around and lifted her onto the counter, stepping between her legs. “Then we act normally when we go home. We will smile, laugh, and be the perfect stepsiblings in front of th

Chapter 98: Sunday Morning StormCassandraDad stood in the middle of the living room, arms crossed, looking between the three of us. “Alright, kids. We’re all here. Brady said there’s something important we need to discuss as a family. So let’s hear it.”Mom sat on the couch, smiling but confused. “Is everything okay? You all look so serious.”Brady stood near the window, hands in his pockets. His bright blue eyes kept flicking to me. “Yeah. There’s something going on. Something that could affect the whole family.”Alexander’s hand brushed mine behind our backs, a secret touch. “It’s nothing big, Dad. Just normal college stress. Brady’s overthinking things.”Brady laughed bitterly. “Overthinking? I’ve seen things. Videos. Messages. You two have been hiding something big.”Mom’s smile faded. “Videos? What videos?”I stepped forward, heart pounding. “It’s not what you think. Someone’s been messing with us on campus. Blackmail stuff. We handled it. It’s over.”Dad frowned. “Blackmail? W

Chapter 100: Almost CaughtCassandraThe living room felt smaller than ever with everyone sitting there. Dad leaned forward in his chair, eyes moving between Alexander, me, and Brady. “If there’s something going on, tell us now. We’re family. We handle things together.”Mom nodded, her hands twisting in her lap. “Whatever it is, we can work through it. Just be honest.”Brady sat on the edge of the couch, his blue eyes locked on me. He looked like he wanted to say more but held back. “It’s complicated. But they need to be careful. Really careful.”Alexander’s hand brushed mine on the couch cushion, hidden from view. His touch was warm, steady. “We’re fine, Dad. Brady’s just being a good friend and overthinking campus stuff. Nothing to worry about.”I forced a smile. “Yeah. We’re closer than most stepsiblings, but that’s a good thing. We help each other with classes and everything.”Dad studied us for a long moment. “Alright. But if there’s more, you come to us. No secrets.”The convers