All Chapters of Ruin Me, Brother: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

JaceI carefully looked up, and my eyes met Celeste’s. The shock in them, the raw pain—it felt like a knife twisting in my chest. I wanted to die right there, wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole.“Mina, can you stop acting like this?” I whispered urgently, trying to pull away from her grip. “This is a professional workplace.”“Everyone here already knows you’re my boyfriend,” she announced loudly. “Everyone except your dear sister, apparently.”“What did you just say?” Celeste asked.“Oh.” Mina turned to face her, a predatory smile spreading across her face. “I know you didn’t know, but I’m officially announcing to you now that your brother here—” she pointed at me dramatically, “—is my boyfriend.”She paused, letting the words sink in. “No, I mean my future husband. And you—” she stepped closer to Celeste, “—you’re my sister-in-law to be. So be very careful about the way you stare at my man, Celeste.”The atmosphere around us changed. Silence enveloped us, and Mina’s men

CelesteWhy?The question echoed in my mind. Why was all of this happening to me? Why would Jace tell me he was in love with Mina? How was that even possible?I’d only been gone for a few weeks—just a few weeks focusing on my exams—and I’d returned to find everything shattered. The man I loved, the man I’d given myself to completely, was suddenly madly in love with someone else. With her.It didn’t make sense. None of it made sense.I stormed out of his office, my vision blurred with unshed tears, and practically threw myself into my desk chair. My hands were shaking so badly I could barely grip my mouse, but I forced myself to focus on the screen in front of me.Work. I needed to work. I needed to pour all this pain and rage and confusion into something productive before I fell apart completely.As the tasks piled up throughout the afternoon, I welcomed them. Each spreadsheet, report, and email provided a temporary escape from the nightmare my life had become. Working like this helpe

CelesteHe sighed, opening his mouth like he wanted to say something more. But before he could speak, Mina cut him off again.“Let’s go, honey.” Her voice was syrupy-sweet. “Since she thinks you’re being fake, there’s no point in trying to be nice. Besides—” she pressed herself against him, her hand trailing down his chest, “—I miss your cock inside me. I can’t wait to have you again tonight.”Jace didn’t push her away. He just let her lead him away, her arm possessively wrapped around his waist.After they left, I broke down in tears.The tears I’d been holding back finally spilled over, hot and fast down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent sobs as I pressed my hands over my mouth, trying to muffle the sounds.I allowed myself a brief break, succumbing to a moment of weakness, before quickly wiping my face with my sleeves and refocusing on the overwhelming amount of work that still lay ahead of me.Because what else could I do?I was trapped. Trapped by my mother’s demands, trappe

CelesteSomeone had locked me in here. This wasn’t an accident. I banged on the door hard and loud, screaming until my throat was raw, hoping someone, anyone, would hear me and come to my rescue.But no one came.“Please! Anyone! Save me!” My voice cracked as panic set in.I struggled to catch my breath as claustrophobia tightened its grip on me. Hours had passed, and I was still stuck in this cramped space.The air felt heavy and stagnant, making it hard to breathe. My legs gave out, and I sank to the floor, feeling weak and trapped.Was I going to die here? Alone in a bathroom?Just when darkness began to creep into the edges of my vision, I heard it—the sound of the lock turning.The door swung open.“Celeste.”I could sense someone in front of me, but their voice sounded distant, as if I were underwater.“Can you hear me? Celeste, stay with me!”Everything went black.*I woke up feeling exhausted, every muscle in my body aching. My eyes fluttered open, and I looked around in conf

Celeste“Fine,” I whispered. “I’ll clean your toilets.”I turned and walked out of his office, my spine straight even though everything inside me was crumbling.I shut down my computer, tucked my bag safely under my desk where no one could tamper with it, and headed to the supply closet.The cleaning equipment was kept in a small room near the back stairwell—mops, buckets, and industrial cleaners that made my eyes water.I gathered what I needed, my hands trembling slightly as I carried everything to the bathroom.As I cleaned, scrubbing toilets and mopping floors on my hands and knees, I could hear them. Their voices echoed off the tiled walls, sharp and cruel and deliberately loud enough for me to hear.“Can you believe she’s actually doing it?”“I guess the boyfriend snatcher is learning her place.”“She looks pathetic. I almost feel sorry for her. Almost.”Then they started coming in on purpose—walking through the bathroom I’d just cleaned, tracking in dirt from outside, dropping