All Chapters of My Brother, My Ruin: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Chapter 81: Brady’s TruthCassandra’s POVThe knock on my door came late that evening, sharp and insistent. Alexander and I were still tangled on the couch, his arm around me, my head on his chest. We had spent the last few hours talking about everything. The fight. Sophia. The blackmail. The constant fear. It felt like we had finally cleared some of the air between us.But the knock made us both tense.Alexander stood up first. “I’ll get it.”I followed him to the door. When he opened it, Brady was standing there, his messy blond hair disheveled, his bright blue eyes serious and pained.“I need to talk to both of you,” Brady said quietly. “Now.”We let him in. The three of us sat in the living room, Alexander and I on the couch, Brady in the chair across from us. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife.Brady looked between us for a long moment before speaking. “I saw the photos. The real ones. From the library. From the party. I’ve suspected for a while, but I d

Chapter 83: Midnight PaymentCassandra“Ten thousand dollars by Friday? Are you kidding me right now?” I shoved the phone at Alexander, my voice cracking. “Look at this. They even sent new pictures from right outside my window. How the hell did they get that close?”Alexander grabbed the phone, his bare chest still glistening from our earlier round. His hazel-green eyes narrowed as he scrolled. “Son of a bitch. They caught us on the couch last week. My hand between your legs, your head thrown back. Fuck.”I paced the small bedroom, my silk robe slipping off one shoulder. “We just got rid of Sophia. We thought it was over. Now this? We don’t have that kind of money sitting around, Alexander. Rent is due soon, and tuition is killing us.”He tossed the phone onto the nightstand and caught my wrist, pulling me back against his hard body. “Hey. Breathe. We’re not letting this asshole win.” His deep voice rumbled against my ear. “I’ll transfer what I have right now. You add the rest. We buy

Chapter 85: Blinds and BetrayalsCassandra“Alexander, they filmed us in the shower!” I grabbed his arm, my voice shaking as the video played on his phone. Water running. My back against the tiles. His hands gripping my ass while he thrust up into me. The angle was clear enough to see my face, my mouth open in a moan. “They were right outside your window. How?”Alexander paused the video, jaw tight. “I don’t know. But we’re not waiting around scared. Give me the phone.”He typed fast, sending half the money we had scraped together. “There. Half now. We’ll get the rest by morning. Tell them.”I leaned over his shoulder as he hit send. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears. “What if it’s not enough? They have our parents’ numbers ready. One tap and everything we built blows up.”The reply came back almost instantly. “Cute. Half buys you until noon tomorrow. The rest better be there or Mommy gets the shower highlight reel first. Then Daddy. Then the whole family group chat.

Chapter 87: The Face Behind the HoodCassandra“Surprise,” the hooded figure said, pushing the hood back with one hand while holding the phone up with the other. “Ready for the final show?”I froze in the doorway of the old storage building, the envelope of cash still clutched in my sweaty palm. My legs felt like jelly. “Sophia? You? But we… we confronted you. You deleted everything. You promised!”Sophia stepped forward under the dim emergency light, her auburn hair messy but her smile sharp and cold. “Did I? Or did I just delete what you saw? Come on, Cassandra. You really thought I’d give up that easily? After watching you two fuck like animals for months?”Alexander appeared right behind me, breathing hard from the chase. He pushed me slightly behind him. “You lied to our faces in that café. Took the money. Said it was over. What the hell is this?”Sophia laughed, low and bitter. She waved her phone. “This is me getting what I want. Alexander. Or at least making sure you two lose

Chapter 89: Truth and TensionCassandra“Open the door, please,” Brady called again from the hallway, his voice loud and urgent. “I saw the video. You two in bed. I need to know what’s really going on right now.”I looked at Alexander, my heart racing so fast it hurt. “We have to let him in. He already saw too much.”Alexander nodded, jaw tight. He walked to the door and opened it. Brady stood there, phone in hand, face pale under his messy blond hair.“Come in,” Alexander said quietly.Brady stepped inside, eyes darting between us. “Explain. Now. I got a video of you two in bed. Clear as day. In this apartment. What the hell?”I closed the door behind him and leaned against it. “It’s the blackmailer. They have cameras or something. They’re sending us videos and pictures to scare us into paying more money.”Brady ran a hand through his hair. “Blackmail? For what? Why would someone record you two… like that?”Alexander crossed his arms. “Because they know things about us. Private thing