All Chapters of My Brother, My Ruin: Chapter 101 - Chapter 107

Chapter 101: Porch Confessions Cassandra Brady stood on the porch like a shadow we couldn’t shake, his arms crossed tight over his chest. The evening light made his messy blond hair look golden, but his bright blue eyes were dark with hurt and anger. “I saw you two behind the shed,” he said again, voice low so it wouldn’t carry inside. “Alexander had his hand up your skirt. You were moaning. I heard it. End this tonight or I will walk inside right now and tell your parents everything.” My heart slammed against my ribs. Alexander stepped in front of me, his broad shoulders tense. “You do that and you lose us both. Forever. She chose me. Get over it.” Brady laughed, but it sounded broken. “Get over it? I’ve been in love with her for over a year. I helped you with the blackmail mess. I kept your dirty secret. And you’re still touching her like she’s yours. Like it’s normal.” I moved around Alexander, my hands shaking as I reached for Brady’s arm. “Brady, please. I care about you. Yo

Chapter 103: Caught Red-HandedCassandraThe house had gone quiet after dinner. Mom and Dad were in the living room watching some old movie. Brady had gone out to the porch for air. Alexander pulled me upstairs by the hand the second we were alone.“I can’t wait anymore,” he whispered, locking my bedroom door behind us. His hazel-green eyes were dark with need. “I’ve been hard for you all day. Watching Brady threaten us. Watching Mom smile like everything’s fine. I need to be inside you.”I kissed him hard, my hands already pulling at his shirt. “Then take me. Quick. Before someone comes looking.”Clothes came off fast. My shirt hit the floor. His jeans followed. He backed me onto the bed, covering my body with his. His mouth found my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. One hand cupped my breast, thumb brushing my nipple until it peaked.“Alexander,” I gasped, spreading my legs for him. “Hurry.”He pushed inside me in one deep thrust. We both groaned. He felt thick and perfect,

Chapter 105: Distance and LongingCassandraAunt Linda’s house smelled like lemon cleaner and old books. The guest room she gave me was small, with pale blue walls and a single window that looked out onto a quiet suburban street in Ohio. My suitcase sat open on the floor. Clothes I had packed in a hurry were still half-folded. The bed was made with flowered sheets that felt stiff and unfamiliar. I sat on the edge of it, phone in my hands, staring at the last text from Alexander.“I already miss you. This isn’t forever. We’ll find a way.”I typed back with shaking fingers. “I miss you so much it hurts. This place feels wrong without you.”The reply came almost instantly. “Video call. Now.”I hit the button. His face filled the screen a second later. Messy dark hair. Hazel-green eyes that looked tired and intense at the same time. He was in his room at the family house. I could see the familiar posters on the wall behind him.“Hey,” he said, voice low and rough. “You okay?”I shook my h

Chapter 107: Walls Closing InCassandraThe days in Ohio blurred into a gray routine that made my chest ache. Aunt Linda left for the library every morning at eight. She left polite notes about breakfast and dinner. She never asked too many questions. I spent most of my time in the guest room with the pale blue walls, phone always within reach, waiting for Alexander’s name to light up the screen.He called every night. Sometimes the calls lasted hours. Sometimes they were short and tense because Mom or Dad was nearby. Every time I saw his face I wanted to reach through the screen and pull him to me.“I tried again today,” he said one evening, his voice low. He was sitting on his bed at the family house, hair messy, eyes tired. “Asked a guy from the basketball team if he could drive me halfway. Mom somehow found out before I even finished the conversation. She called his mother. The guy backed out within an hour.”I pulled my knees to my chest on the flowered bedspread. “How does she k