روايات وقصص ضمن My Stepbrother, My Ruin

I muttered under my breath. "Well, your future father is an alpha. I'm sure you must have heard about our new alpha. He has a child a year older than you." I stared wide-eyed at my mom. "He will also go to the same school as you." My mom spoke casually without noticing the look on my face. I couldn't believe I would have a stepbrother and stepfather of much higher status than me. They were the alpha, and I was the omega in this house. Imagining what kind of pressure I would face when facing them scared me.

Our parents were holding hands, smiling at us like there was nothing wrong. "I don't care. You used me," she whispered. I shook my head. "Come on. It looks more like you used me. You must've known I was going to be your stepbrother, and you took the chance to seduce me," I said with a sly grin. Her jaw dropped. I knew neither of us planned any of this, but I wasn't about to take all the blame. "You..." she started, but before she could finish, I twirled her. Other couples had joined the dance floor, but her angry look stayed glued on me, which I thought was pretty funny. She was kinda hot when she was mad.

I cursed discarding the thing to the floor and erupting from the couch, then walked to the wine cabinet and pulled out a fresh bottle. “Bruh, what crawled up your ass and died? You’ve been absent-minded the entire time you've sat there.” Romeo asked walking to where I was and clamped my shoulder tightly, “Is everything alright? You’ve never been this distracted.” No. Not even a single thing is alright because that damn boy I have been working hard to get off my mind sprung back from wherever he disappeared to and guess what, he is my fuckin’ stepbrother. “I’m fine.” I snapped instead, then walked back to the couch and plopped myself.

I was afraid that if I got too close, if I fed this greed of wanting to know him, he’d eventually leave once he saw how messed up I really am. But for whatever reason, I got tired of watching from a distance and planned on finally talking to him. Then fate threw him into my dorm room and, trust me, I played that game well. I thought I won. But the universe made him my fucking stepbrother, of all people. What a joke. The guy who unknowingly made college feel survivable turned out to be the same person I blamed for ruining my family. And still, I couldn’t stop this stupid, dangerous obsession with him.

my stepfather says as we step out of the car and I am being supported by my stepbrothers to stand straight. “Yes…I'm…wrecked” I repeat and my mom urges us to go in faster. They have no idea they are ushering me to my forbidden experience. Our parents retreat to their room and my stepbrothers lead me into mine with gentle hands and rough intentions, they are going to ruin me. My door is pushed opened as as soon as we get in and Harvey shuts it, they are both on me, one at my front and the other at my back, pressing me right in their middle.

I press a hand over my face, wetting my palm with my tears. If I allow him today, I’ll allow him again tomorrow, and the days to follow. I can’t do that. He’ll soon become my stepbrother. And although we’re not related by blood, in our culture, a stepbrother is considered a brother, and we’re forbidden for each other. We’ll be shunned if news gets out. I can’t risk the humiliation that would fall on my mom. I can’t allow anyone to point accusing fingers at her, to blame her for not raising me right. That woman has given me more than just her life, and I can’t pay her back with disappointment.

Little did I know, he was Celine's uncle! The realization must have shown on my face, because Albert's expression twisted. He lashed out with a vicious kick to my stomach. "If it weren't for you, Celine would've married into money years ago! That department manager's position should've been mine!" His features contorted with rage as he stomped down hard on my already mangled hand. "This is all your fault! You ruined everything for me!" The pain was so blinding that I almost fainted. I heard the sharp crack of breaking bones. My heart seized with terror. My hands were the most precious thing I had.

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"

I stood before them in my silk robe, the charcoal fabric clinging to my damp skin, and stared at the ghost of the woman I used to be. My eyes were red-rimmed but dry. The weeping was over. I had signed the papers. I had stepped out of the wreckage. I walked back into the bedroom, the silence of the house thick enough to choke on. The shattered glass from our wedding photo still lay scattered across the hardwood, a glittering minefield of broken promises. I didn't bother cleaning it up. Let him step on the shards of the life he threw away. The front door slammed downstairs. The sound vibrated through the floorboards.

“Baby, breathe. We can handle this.” “Handle it how?” I snapped, turning on him. Tears gathered in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. “You don’t understand. This isn’t just a scandal for you. For me, it’s my entire life blowing up. I’m the whore who destroyed her mother’s marriage. I’m the girl who fucked her stepfather. People are going to look at me like I’m disgusting.” I knew the possibility of it happening was high but I didn’t think it would actually happen. He took a step closer, but I backed away again, my back hitting the wall. My chest was heaving and I was breathing too fast. I felt like I was going to pass out.