Novel & Cerita Ravaged By My Cold Hearted Stepbrothers

He was blinded by the hate he harbored in his heart. “Have you ever felt the pain…of watching your father die miserably…your entire family shattered…your little sister crying day and night for a hug from her Papa….” Luciano muttered as he forced my head up. My tear-filled eyes flickered open. Tears fell down my face and dried up, so did blood. His grip on me was no longer hurting because my heart had it worse. His betrayal was like he ripped my heart right out of my chest and left me to bleed.

What I’m sorry about is the way she found out. "You’re sorry?" She scoffs as she finally stops before me, and she shoves me, jabbing the pointed finger into my shoulder. "Elizabeth, why? Why’d you do this? Why’d you commit this crime that’s not to be heard for? Out of all the guys you could have, it had to be your stepbrother?" I drop my head, unable to hold her gaze any longer as the tears rush down my cheeks, blurring my vision. She doesn’t understand. She wouldn’t understand.

I ask, looking into his eyes. “I am.” I roll my eyes at his response, wretch, he is as heartless as his brother. “It must run in the family.” I murmur. “How can you find it amusing to see someone suffering from a broken heart? I was abandoned, I tried to keep him away from me, but every damn step I took, there he was, seducing me, protecting me, making me burn, until he finally managed to use me for his pleasure, and in less than a week, he abandoned me, without giving an explanation, just vanished from the map, leaving me alone? And when I finally see him again, it is only to see him defending his wife tooth and nail as if her grandfather were the worst threat.”

~ CASIMIR ~ At first when she went still and I took the first step back into an entirely new life, fury was still my fuel. My hands shook, but my bones thrummed with power and adrenaline and sheer thrill. I could barely breathe. Yet my body had never felt stronger. I took another step back, then another, taking in the carnage of the room… inhaling the scent of blood. Two bodies. My brother. My love—no, the female who had betrayed me.

Just silence that echoed louder than any words. I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, scrubbing at my skin like I could erase the memories. But Ian’s voice haunted me. “If I kiss you, will you stop this?” I touched my lips. His lips had been…warm. Unexpected. Dangerous. God. Why couldn’t I forget? He’s a jerk. A playboy. My stepbrother. This shouldn’t have happened. But no matter how many times I repeated it in my head, the heat under my skin refused to fade. I stepped into the shower, hoping to rinse it all away.

he beckons to me, leaving me utterly astonished by the unexpected turn of events. The realization hits me like a ton of bricks—could this man be my stepbrother? The shock of being referred to as his sister reverberates through me, as I recall having no brother. As he withdraws from embracing my mother, he shares his sorrow, expressing his frustration over the sudden loss of his father. "I'm devastated that my father left us in this way. It's hard to pinpoint his killer as he had numerous enemies," he mourns softly. I flutter my eyelashes, mesmerized by the richness of his voice. A wave of forbidden thoughts crosses my mind—could it be wrong to feel a stir of attraction towards my stepbrother

And now… now his son had taken my virginity and reduced it to nothing more than fuel for his wolf’s strength. The realization was suffocating. My body seemed to rebel against my mind, each part of me screaming in anger and pain. What had I done to deserve this? I had never asked for this life, for this fate. And yet, here I was, caught in a never-ending cycle of betrayal. “Why is this family so cruel to me?” I whispered, my voice barely audible, my words lost in the cold wind that cut through the streets as I walked. My footsteps echoed hollowly in the emptiness of the night, a reflection of how alone I felt.

I dropped to my knees right there on the cold supermarket floor and slammed my fists down, over and over again. “Fuck!” I cried out, my voice cracking, my throat burning. “No, no, no!” My palms stung, knees scraped on the tiles, but it didn’t matter. I couldn’t feel anything except the rage boiling inside me, rising until it drowned the ache in my chest. Lucas. My brother. Gone. They got him. After everything. After all the blood spilled, after every goddamn plan we set into motion… someone beat us to it. Someone took him from me.

Devour or get devoured. A lot of evil has happened to me. I watched my brothers; half brothers, stepbrothers, adopted brothers, less worthy brothers, fall one by one until it was just me and Edoardo. We’ve been tortured emotionally, so much so that we’ve gone numb and don’t remember what feelings feel like anymore. With each death of our siblings, our father’s beastly nature grew calmer until his wife got taken too. Then he bowed and turned into a weakling, barely surviving.

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.