Novel & Cerita Ravaged By My Cold Hearted Stepbrothers

The hurt had been suffocating, leaving me trapped in a torrent of emotions I couldn't fully grasp. I stopped, pressing my back against the cold wall and sliding down to sit on the floor. My breath came in short bursts, and I struggled to calm the tempest within; it seemed futile. I had lashed out, and I knew that much. But what had ignited that fire? My own brother had treated me like a criminal, a traitor in a moment of weakness, and in his eyes, I had failed—failed to uphold the honor of our family, my duties, and the very spirit of the kingdom.

Panic, cold and familiar, started to prickle at the edges of my mind. Where was I? How did I get here? Then, like a physical blow, memoriess slammed into me. Papa. Mama. Their faces, lifeless. The blood. Rhys… my brother… standing there, watching, his face a mask of cold triumph as he sided with Alpha Henry. The betrayal felt like a shard of ice in my heart. A sob tore from my throat, raw and ragged. I curled into a ball, pulling the luxurious blanket around me like a shield, but it couldn't keep out the pain.

Her chest heaved, her fists clenched, her eyes wild with a kind of grief that had long since hardened into hate. “He was my stepbrother, but we were blood in every other way. And he loved you like a brother, Vincenzo. You—” she jabbed a finger at me “...you betrayed him. You f*cking traitor.” She took a staggering breath, her voice cracking under the weight of rage. “I could’ve blown your head off the moment you opened your eyes, but Papa said to keep you alive. So congratulations. You’re still breathing. For now.”

Explanations. "I don't care if you're the Prince of Hell. I don't care if you're some mafia lord. I don't care if Darius himself is the darkest villain in this godforsaken story." My voice cracked with fury. "You had no right-none-in heaven or on earth-to ruin my night!" His jaw tightened. Then, with brutal simplicity, he said, "I'm your stepbrother. You live under my roof. It's my responsibility to keep you safe."

“I was just annoyed that my mother’s place was being taken over. And that you could become a threat to my career. Lavender, I’ve worked really hard to get where I am today. I’ve done my best to keep a safe distance from the mafia world. That’s why I started earning on my own from a young age. I want nothing to do with blood money. But as you probably know, it’s not easy to cut family off completely. At the end of the day, we brothers have been through trauma together. We care for each other, and we can’t just walk away. As for hating you—how can anyone hate such a cute little sister like you?” He changed his tone to a childish one while playfully poking my nose. I didn’t like the last part.

"What are you talking about? My stepbrothers didn’t—" "Don’t!" he snarled, cutting me off. "Don’t you dare play dumb. After you left, your precious stepbrothers came for me. Do you remember the rumors they spread? How they made me a pariah at school? And when that wasn’t enough, they found me outside of school. They cornered me, Carina. They beat me to a pulp and told me to stay away from you. That wasn’t enough for them, though. They ruined my life piece by piece. And you just stood by and let it happen." I blinked, stunned. "That’s not true," I whispered. "I didn’t send them after you. I didn’t even know—"

And I still don't know who I'm choosing. One day left. Twenty-four hours. Then I decide. Then two hearts break. Two lives end. Two brothers disappear. I need to sleep. Need to rest. Need to be ready for tomorrow. But how do you sleep the night before you destroy everything? I lie down. Close my eyes. Try. And that's when I feel it. Pain. Sharp. Sudden. In my chest where the bonds sit. The bonds aren't just weakening anymore. They're breaking. Right now. Tonight. Not tomorrow. I scream. All three brothers burst through the door.

The thud of a bad hitting the floor echoed through every corner of the house. A warm voice was talking to another. It was in the middle of a sentence and it was obvious they were two people that were invested in whatever conversation they were having. And then the head looked up, and focused on us, on me, on him. The other was one step behind the first, and looked up to. I was just ruined by my stepbrother’s dick, and i was sitting on his dick as we were both on the stairs. The two of them were frozen in the entryway.

He wants to plead — to bargain for mercy — but words mean nothing in a pact signed with kin and steel. “Rauth’s voice cracks. “Is this how you could really do it, brother?” he says, trembling. I want to let the tears go; they sting behind my lids. Both men, their marks burned into my skin. Both brothers, both lovers. How did I set fire to what should have been only smooth heat between us? Ecstasy lived there once—bright, reckless— and now its embers hunt me through every breath of sleep. “You still has strength to ask me questions?” Varyn snaps,

No check-in, no glance back. My wolf, Draven, howled regret now, but back then, hatred had blinded me. Her father’s betrayal cost me my brother, and turned my world to ask. Yet the bond screamed that she needed me, her pain echoing through my veins like fire. She was in danger, suffering, and it tore me apart.