All Chapters of Ravaged by my brother-in-law: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

~Sandra~Liam’s eyes narrowed as he glared at his stepbrother, but Ryan merely leaned against the wall, his hands casually shoved into his suit pockets, looking completely unbothered as he smiled at Liam.“Is that so?” Liam muttered, his gaze shifting back and forth.He clearly didn’t believe my excuse at all.Liam’s eyes remained locked on Ryan and me, with his brow furrowed in deep suspicion.My heart thundered against my ribs as I held my breath, praying my cover wouldn't blow.But then Liam stepped closer, his jaw tight as he glared past me and directly at his stepbrother.“Are you picking on my wife again, Ryan?” Liam demanded, his voice dropping into an angry sneer. “I know you’ve always been jealous of everything I have, but leave Sandra out of it. She’s too good to deal with your pathetic mind games.”I blinked in surprise. Liam actually thought Ryan was bullying me?Ryan let out a low, mocking laugh, taking a step forward until he towered over Liam. “Jealous of you, Liam? Pl

~Sandra~“If you walk away from me now,” Ryan interrupted coldly, leaning close until his lips were inches from my ear, “I will walk straight into Liam’s office right now and tell him everything.”My eyes widened in horror. “What?”“I will tell him about our night together,” Ryan whispered ruthlessly. “I will tell him about your secret plans to divorce him. He will lock down every bank account, hire a team of ruthless lawyers, kick you onto the street with nothing, and ruin your reputation before you can even file a paper. You will be broke, homeless, and utterly destroyed.”I stood frozen against the wall, staring at Ryan in absolute horror. My pulse thundered in my ears, every breath coming in ragged, painful gasps.“How could you do this to me?!” My voice cracked, tears of pure fury burning in my eyes. “We had an agreement! You promised to help me get my freedom, not trap me!”Ryan didn't blink and the warmth in his eyes was completely gone, replaced by a dark, dangerous stillness.

~Sandra~Liam wanted me to put on a show for his family tonight?Fine.I was going to give him, Ryan, and the entire fucked up family a ginormous performance none of them would ever live to forget.That was the plan!A few hours later, I held my chosen dress up against my body, staring at my reflection in the full-length mirror.It was a vibrant, deep crimson dress. The fabric was silky, clinging tightly to every curve before falling all the way to the floor. The front had a low neckline, but the back was completely open, exposing my skin all the way down to my lower waist.I had styled my hair in sleek, glossy waves, and painted my lips with a dark, bold red lipstick.I looked breathtaking. But I also looked like a complete stranger.A wave of intense doubt suddenly washed over me. My hands started shaking as I smoothed down the silk over my hips.Maybe this is too much, I thought, my heart thumping nervously against my ribs. Maybe I’m overdoing it. This isn't who I am. I don't wear

~Sandra~Ryan didn't get angry. Instead, his smirk widened into a breathtaking, dangerous smile. His dark eyes locked onto mine, with a silent, burning warning flashing in their depths: You’re playing with fire, sweetheart.And the realization sent a shiver down my spine.“I need to use the restroom,” I said smoothly, standing up from the table. My crimson dress flowed around my legs as I turned on my heel and walked out of the suffocating dining room.I walked down the long, quiet hallway and pushed open the door to the secondary kitchen near the back of the estate. I was too wired to find the restroom right now.The room was cool and empty. I walked over to the marble island counter, leaning against it and pouring myself a large glass of ice water. My heart was pounding frantically against my ribs, adrenaline singing through my veins.I actually did it, I thought, with a wild, breathless laugh bubbling up in my chest. I actually spoke back to them for the first time in my life.Sudd

~Sandra~That night, I lay motionless in the dark, watching the silhouette of my husband tossing and turning beside me.Liam was completely unraveled, his breathing shallow and erratic as he churned in our king-sized bed, and a quiet, vicious sense of pride settled deep in my chest.I had done that to him. My performance at his family's dinner table had stripped away his arrogant composure, and nothing could take that satisfaction away from me.Yet, as I stared at the ceiling, my mind betrayed me, drifting to Ryan.And at the memory of him, a knot of hot frustration twisted in my stomach.I was furious at Ryan for blackmailing me, for using his leverage to force me into his web. But what terrified me even more was the dark, traitorous reality of my own body.When Ryan had touched me in the kitchen, my skin had burned with a scalding, illicit heat. Part of me, a reckless, selfish part wanted to burn everything down and just take the forbidden pleasure he offered. But the logical, survi