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My Stepbrother, My Ruin 28.
"DON'T YOU EVER HANG UP ON ME LIKE THAT?! I WAS SO FUCKING WORRIED THAT YOU WERE CAUGHT!!"Elara screamed so loud my eardrum almost burst.I yanked the phone away from my ear, wincing. “Jesus, Elara. Relax.”“RELAX?!” she shrieked. “I knew something was going on! You literally vanished! And when I called, you just hung up on me?!”I sighed, leaning against the hallway wall. “I was busy.”A dead silence stretched on the other end.Then—“Oh. My. God.”I closed my eyes. Here we go.“Evie.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, but it was worse than the screaming. “Tell me. Right now.”I swallowed. “Tell you what?”A gasp. “YOU HAD SEX WITH HIM AGAIN, DIDN’T YOU?!”I nearly threw my phone.“Elara—”“You did! Oh my God. How was it?! Was it different? Did he tie you up? Give you anal?”I felt heat rush up my neck. “Elara—”“Evie. Details.”I pinched the bridge of my nose. “I am not giving you a play-by-play of my sex life.”Another gasp. “So it was good.”I groaned. “You need a fucking filter so
Last Updated : 2025-03-05My Stepbrother, My Ruin 29.
Ravencrest was huge.Walking into the bookstore on campus made that fact even more obvious.Shelves stretched from wall to wall, stacked high with everything from textbooks to school merch. Students milled around, some already loaded up with books, others browsing, chatting, or arguing over overpriced stationery.And then there was me.Standing in the middle of it all, staring at the list of books I needed and already feeling a headache coming on.“Alright, what’s first?” Ryder’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts.I looked over.He was leaning against one of the bookshelves, arms crossed, looking annoyingly good in a fitted black t-shirt and jeans. His dark hair was still slightly messy from the drive over, and the way his sleeves hugged his arms was… distracting.He had changed after our rendezvous, taking me to his ridiculously expensive penthouse. Dude also has a lot of cars. I bit my lips, trying not to be distracted by him. I swallowed, glancing back at my list. “Uh… Principle
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Sienna barely even glanced back as she walked off, her blonde hair catching the sunlight, her minions flanking her like a damn entourage.But then—one of them stopped.A girl with sleek brown hair, a designer purse slung over her arm, and an expression that screamed I think I’m better than you. She gave Ryder a sweet smile, tilting her head like she was doing something important.“Sienna wanted me to give you this.”She held out a black and gold invitation.“For the party tonight,” she added, voice smooth, eyes barely flickering in my direction.Like I wasn’t even standing there.Ryder took it, his lips curling into that lazy smirk. “Appreciate it.”She batted her lashes. “It’s exclusive. Very exclusive.”I rolled my eyes. Childish.Like we were in high school and not literal adults.The girl didn’t even acknowledge me before turning on her heel and prancing off, her heels clicking aga
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Mia’s face was priceless.Her lips parted slightly, her expression flickering between shock and annoyance, like she couldn’t quite decide which one suited her better.I waited.Layla bit her lip, barely containing her amusement. Jade crossed her arms, smirking. A few of the other girls exchanged glances, whispers rolling through the squad like a ripple effect.Mia hated this.She hated that I had just walked in here and thrown her entire world upside down.I could see it in the way her jaw tightened, the way she smoothed her ponytail over her shoulder, desperately trying to regain control of the situation.Finally, she inhaled sharply.“Fine,” she said, voice clipped. “You’re in.”I smiled sweetly. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”Her eyes narrowed.I curtsied.Layla burst into laughter, Jade shook her head with a grin, and Mia looked like she wanted to launch me into the sun.“Practice is on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays,” Mia said tightly. “6 AM sharp.”I barely held back a groan.
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The second the elevator dinged, I panicked.I shoved Ryder—hard.He stumbled back, caught off guard. “What the hell—”“Dick!” I whisper-yelled, my voice sharp, my face burning.And of course, right on cue the elevator opened and my mother stood there phone in hand as she looked at me in surprise. “Evie.”My mother’s voice carried through the space, full of warning. “Language. Why are you speaking to your step brother like that?.”I squeezed my eyes shut for half a second, inhaling sharply.When I turned around, she was stepping off the elevator, phone pressed to her ear, her brows slightly raised.I barely caught the way her eyes flickered between me and Ryder before I spun on my heel.“Nope,” I muttered. “Not doing this.”I bolted for my room.I could hear Ryder chuckling behind me, the absolute bastard, but I didn’t care.My entire body was on fire.My brain? Scrambled.I slammed my bedroom door shut, pressing my forehead against it.“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I whispered, squeezing my ey
Last Updated : 2025-03-07My Stepbrother, My Ruin 33.
Elara flicked a leaf off her hoodie, watching me with that knowing glint in her eyes.“So, let me get this straight…” she started, shifting on the park bench. “You and Ryder have already fucked?”I groaned. “Can you not say it like that?”“Why?” She smirked. “Because it makes it sound exactly like what it is?”I shot her a glare. “We just… got carried away.”Elara laughed. “Carried away?” She mimicked air quotes. “Evie, babe, you two have been banging on countertops, couches—”“Oh my God.”“Beds?” she guessed, wiggling her brows. “Or nah?”I whined, covering my face. “Why are we talking about this?”“Because you need to own it, girl,” she said, grinning. “I say enjoy it while it lasts.”I peeked at her through my fingers. “While it lasts?”She rolled her eyes. “You know this isn’t a forever thing, right?”My stomach twisted.Of course I knew that. That had been the deal. Just until my mother’s wedding.Nothing more.Nothing permanent.And yet…“Evie?”I blinked at her.She sighed. “Yo
Last Updated : 2025-03-10My Stepbrother, My Ruin 34.
"This or that?" I asked Elara, holding up two dresses to the camera.I didn't want to arrive looking like a fashion masquerade.Elara sighed dramatically through the screen. "Evie, I love you, but I swear to God, if you show me another black dress, I will fly over there and burn your entire closet."I scowled. "Black is timeless.""Black is safe.""Black is elegant.""Black is boring," she shot back, flipping her hair.I rolled my eyes. "Fine. The silver one, then?"She squinted at the screen. "Oooh, now that is hot. It screams rich bitch who doesn’t give a fuck. And that strap, your cleavage, I'm sure Ryder would not stop looking at them."I snorted. "Perfect."Elara smirked. "Where is this party again?"I slipped the dress on, fixing the straps. "Some elite event house in Summit Hill."Elara froze.Then, shrieking: "SUMMIT HILL?"I winced, nearly dropping my phone. "Jesus, Elara—""EVIE, DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THAT IS?"I frowned. This girl."A… place?"She groaned, dragging a hand d
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I could feel the tension rolling off him. I bit back a grin. This was way too much fun. I shifted in my seat again, just slightly, just enough for my dress to ride up a little higher. His fingers twitched on my thigh. He let out a slow, steady breath. “You’re trying to tempt me, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low. I turned to him, eyes wide, feigning innocence. “Am I?” His jaw clenched. “Evie.” I leaned closer, tilting my head slightly. “Hmm?” He exhaled, gripping the wheel a little tighter. “If you keep this up, I’m going to stop this car and fuck you in public.” My stomach flipped. My breath hitched. My thighs instinctively pressed together, I bit my lower lips as I took in a deep breath, and of course he noticed. His lips curled into a slow smirk, knowing, teasing, cocky as hell. I swallowed. And then— The car lurched as he took a sudden turn onto Elara’s street. And just like that, the spell was broken. I huffed, crossing my arms. “You’re no fun.” He chuckl
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I stood there, my lips trembling as my body shook without control.Imagine a friendship that you kept since you were a child. One that saw every broken toy, every scraped knee, every birthday candle and heartbreak. A friendship that felt like home...until it didn’t.The door slammed and the sound felt like my heart. It's as if I could see every moments we had slowly dying. How...could she do this to me?I don’t know how long I stood there, but eventually, my knees gave in and I collapsed onto the couch. The silence of the penthouse pressed down on me. It was too loud.The tears came slow at first. Hot and quiet. But then I broke.I grabbed a cushion and screamed into it. "Ahhhhhh!!" The pain was too much. Just within a couple of hours, my friendship was gone. I sobbed into the couch cushions, curling up, trying to fold myself into something smaller, something invisible. My chest heaved, and my nails dug into the soft leather. My mouth opened but nothing came out—just pain.The wa
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The ride home with Nate had been quiet.Too quiet.I pondered on a lot of things he said. Weird. And maybe that’s why I felt so off when I finally stepped into the penthouse—Because the moment I did—Laughter.My mother’s laughter.And then—A voice I hadn’t expected.Elara.I stopped.Blinking.Because there she was, sitting with my mother on the plush white couch, a glass of something sparkling in her hand, laughing like they were old friends.I frowned.Because something was off.And then—I noticed.The clothes.Not the usual ripped jeans, oversized hoodies, combat boots Elara.No.This?This was different.A fitted crop top, a high-waisted designer skirt, and heels.Fucking heels.Her hair was sleek, straightened, her makeup subtle but there—expensive.My stomach twisted.Because this—This wasn’t the Elara I left at home.This wasn’t my Elara.And yet—She sat there, looking comfortable, looking like she belonged, my mother beaming with pride."Oh, Evie!" My mother turned, ey
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I stepped out of Ryder’s building, the evening air cool against my heated skin.My mind was a mess.My body was still buzzing, my lips swollen, my skin still tingling where he touched me.I felt like I was suffocating but from pleasure and from guilt. I was spiraling, my mind going out of control. Overthinking. What would happen when my mum find out? What of if anyone finds out? The judgement. The talk. Can I stop it? Can I even stop fucking and feeling for him?I felt the way my heart skipped a beat when he looks at me. He was so sweet. And nice and he cares for me.I felt like something inside me was unraveling, and I didn’t know how to stop it.I didn’t even make it to the curb before—“Evie?”I turned.Nate.Standing beside his car, arms crossed, brow furrowed, his dark eyes scanning me like he could see straight through me.Maybe he could. Can he tell I just fucked my Stepbrother?“Hey,” I said, forcing my voice to be even.His gaze narrowed slightly. “You okay?”I swallowed.L
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The room was quiet, filled only with the sound of our breathing.My body was completely spent, my limbs heavy, useless, relaxed.Ryder’s arms were still wrapped around me, his fingers drawing lazy circles on my skin, like he couldn’t stop touching me.I felt warm, safe, cherished.And that?I wished I didn't. I wish it was just fucking and no feelings, but his attitude towards me makes me wonder if he cares for me. Wants me to be his girlfriend, which is impossible, rather than his sex buddy. Does his heart skip a beat just like mine?Why do I keep on putting myself in such position?I gulped.I let my head rest against his chest, feeling the slow, steady rise and fall of his chest. His lips brushed against my temple, soft, gentle, tender in a way that made my chest tighten.“How do you feel?” he murmured, his voice low, rough, still thick with heat.I let out a breathless laugh. “Like I just had the life sucked out of me.”He chuckled, his chest vibrating beneath me. “You did.”I g
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He hovered over me, eyes burning through my top like it was nothing but tissue in his way. His hands found the button of my jeans no fumbling, just a flick and a slow pull. The zipper came down with a purring zzzzzt, and he dragged the denim down my hips, over my thighs, until they bunched at my ankles.He paused.Panties clung to me soaked, nearly translucent, the damp patch clinging between my folds.He exhaled through his nose, nostrils flaring as he stared, thumbs brushing just above the band. Then he slipped them down, slow, watching the wet fabric peel away with almost attention.A growl vibrated low in his chest.But he didn't go for me yet.He sat up slightly, fingers tugging the hem of my top. It glided upward, soft fabric kissing my skin as it rose. My bra was simple black, lacy, and barely containing the swell of my breasts beneath.He didn’t even undo the clasp. Just pulled the cups down until they spilled free, flushed and firm.His mouth was on me a second later and I
My Stepbrother, My Ruin 47.
“Ryder, come on, man. Some of us actually want to see the game. It’s almost 4 p.m.,” Nate called from the other side of the door.Ryder exhaled slowly, his patience hanging by a thread. His forehead dropped to mine, his breath hot against my skin, the frustration rolling off him in waves.He sighed. “He’s annoying me.”I bit back a smirk. "Just answer him." I whispered. With a final groan, he pulled away, just slightly, his fingers still brushing against my waist. “Wait here.”I nodded, watching as he walked out of the bathroom, I followed but didn't reveal myself. He ran a hand through his already-messy hair before unlocking it.The second the door cracked open, Nate’s annoyed expression slipped into curiosity, his gaze flickering over Ryder’s shoulder. “You alone?”Ryder leaned against the doorframe, blocking the view inside. “Yeah. I told you I’d watch later.”Nate arched a brow. “That’s funny, because I could’ve sworn I heard—”“Just go, man.” Ryder sighed, exasperated. “I want t
My Stepbrother, My Ruin 46.
The bathroom was as luxurious as the rest of the penthouse.Marble floors, a massive walk-in shower, sleek counters, dim lighting that made everything feel expensive.Ryder was already at the sink, grabbing a towel. “Sit,” he said, motioning toward the black vanity stool beside the counter.I ignored him, leaning against the doorframe instead. “I’ll stand.”He shot me a look but didn’t argue.Then, without hesitation, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head.Fuck.I forced myself to keep my eyes on his face. Not on the well-defined abs. Not on the firm chest. Not on the deep V-line disappearing beneath the waistband of his sweats.Ryder smirked as he caught me looking. “Eyes up here, darling.”I scowled. “I wasn’t looking. Don't flatter yourself."I gulped as he took off his sweat. Fuck. Keep your eyes up Evie. Eyes up. Nor the first time you are seeing a hot guy stop acting like some blushing teenager. He hummed in amusement before turning and stepping into the s
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I noticed the conflict in Ryder’s expression.It was subtle, barely there, but I caught it—the way his jaw tightened, the way his fingers flexed against the counter like he was holding something back.His lips parted, then closed again.And then, finally, he exhaled. “Evie… there’s nothing you can do.”My stomach clenched. “What?”“There’s nothing I can do, either. Not the way you want or expect me to.”I shook my head. “You want to help, but you won’t?” My voice rose. “They—she—deserves to rot, Ryder.”His fingers pressed against the marble. “You think I don’t know that?”“Then why—"“Because, Evie, how do you expect me to bring Sienna down when her mother is a judge?” His tone was sharp now, frustration bleeding through. “Think about it. Even if you take this to court, her mother will make sure it doesn’t even see a trial.”I swallowed. “There has to be a way—”“If you want to do this,” he said, voice calmer now, but firm, dangerous, “you have to break her support first. And even th
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My eyes raked over Nate’s body, his abs, his full chest, the way his Adam Apple bobbed and his pouty lips , but only for a second. I schooled my face to remain neutral, whatever blush that wanted to rise up died instantly when I thought of what they did to someone innocent. I wasn’t here for this.Did I expect to see him shirtless? No. But I knew why I was here and it was expected for third year students to show their so called and and muscles when home alone and doing workouts. So, I straightened my shoulders and lifted my chin. "Can I come in?"Cold. Detached. I didn’t have time to pretend like I wasn’t pissed.Nate arched a brow, stepping aside. "By all means."I walked past him, eyes barely flickering toward Ryder, who was watching me closely, unreadable.The second I stepped inside—I took it all in.The penthouse was insane.It wasn’t just luxury—it was the kind of place you saw in magazines. Designed to intimidate.The walls were a deep charcoal gray, sleek and modern, with
