All Chapters of My Brother, My Ruin: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Chapter 62: Campus Secrets – Part 1“Block him,” Alexander growled against my neck, his hand sliding between my legs again even though we’d just finished round three on the couch. His thick cock was still half-hard, pressed against my thigh, sticky with us. “Brady’s text can wait till morning. Right now you’re mine.”I moaned softly, spreading my legs wider as two of his fingers pushed back inside my sore, cum-filled pussy. “I know… but if I block him cold it looks suspicious. He already thinks something’s weird.”Alexander curled his fingers deep, thumb rubbing my clit slowly and dirty. “Then tell him you’re busy with family. Again.” He kissed me hard, tongue claiming my mouth while his fingers pumped faster. “Say it while I fuck you with my hand.”“Busy with family,” I gasped, hips rocking against him. “My stepbrother’s keeping me very busy tonight.”He groaned, adding a third finger, stretching me wide. “Good girl. This pussy is still dripping from me. Brady can keep dreaming.”We

Chapter 64: Party Heat I stared at the new message for a long moment. “Double the last amount or the photos go public.” Alexander read it over my shoulder, his arm tightening around my waist on the couch. “This is getting out of hand. We paid him once already. Now he wants more.” He transferred his half right away. I sent mine. The unknown number replied fast: “Good choice. Keep paying and your little secret stays safe.” I set the phone down and leaned back against him. “How long can we keep doing this? Brady keeps texting, Sophia won’t leave you alone, and now this guy is squeezing us harder.” Alexander kissed the side of my head, his hand rubbing slow circles on my back. “We pay what we have to for now. Act normal on campus. No risks. We’ll figure out who this is eventually and make it stop.” The next few days were exhausting. Classes felt longer. Every hallway felt like a minefield. Brady caught me after our shared lecture on Thursday, his messy blond hair falling over

Chapter 66: Fractured LinesI stood up from the couch, heart pounding as another knock sounded on the door. Brady watched me quietly, coffee cup still in his hands.“Cassandra?” Alexander’s voice came through the wood, low and urgent. “Please open up. We need to talk about this.”I walked to the door, my hand hovering over the knob for a second. The hurt from Sophia’s text still burned fresh. I opened it just a crack.Alexander stood there, eyes tired but intense. “Let me in. I’m sorry about last night. Nothing happened with Sophia. I swear it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper now.I shook my head, voice sharp. “Fuck off, Alexander. I told you I need space. Go.”His face fell. “Cassandra, don’t…”I closed the door firmly in his face and locked it. The sound echoed in the small apartment.Brady set his coffee down, looking surprised. “Whoa. That was… intense. You okay?”I walked back to the couch and sank down, rubbing my temples. “I don’t know anymore. I just want him to lea

Chapter 68: Empty Space Alexander’s POVI stood in the hallway outside Cassandra’s apartment, staring at the closed door like an idiot. My chest felt tight, like someone had punched me right in the ribs. She told me to fuck off. Actually said the words. After everything we’d been through— the risks, the secret nights, the blackmail hanging over us— she shut me out.I turned and walked down the stairs, each step heavier than the last. The campus path back to my place blurred in front of me. Brady’s face kept flashing in my mind. The way he looked at her when he left her apartment. The way he offered to listen, to be there for her. And now she was in there with him while I was out here like some unwanted stray.My phone buzzed. Sophia again: “Hey, you left so fast this morning. Is everything okay? We should talk about last night.”I didn’t reply. Last night was a black hole. I remembered the party, the drinks, and looking for Cassandra in the crowd. Then nothing until I woke up in Soph

Chapter 71: Tangled LiesCassandra’s POVThe apartment felt too quiet after I told Alexander to leave. I sat on the couch, staring at the wall, my phone heavy in my hand. Brady had left a while ago, but his last text still sat there: “I’m here if you need anything. No pressure.”I didn’t reply. My mind kept replaying the fight with Alexander, the hurt in his eyes, the way his voice cracked when he tried to explain. Sophia’s text burned in my memory. “Last night was fun.” Those words kept looping, mixing with the image of him waking up in her bed.I stood up and paced the small space. The blackmailer’s latest demand still waited in my notifications. Another payment. More money we didn’t have. More secrets piling up. I transferred what I could and sent it, then sat back down, feeling drained.My phone buzzed. Alexander: “I’m sorry. I hate how this looks. Please believe me when I say nothing happened. I love you.”I read it three times but didn’t answer. Part of me wanted to believe him.