Semua Bab Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Bab 211 - Bab 220

Rhea I’d been so excited about the surprise date, I didn’t even think twice about how mysterious they were being. Curiosity wiped away any nervousness, and I found myself walking faster, hurrying down the path that led to the garden. I was almost there when something caught my eye and made me stop dead in my tracks. Beautiful lanterns glowed softly, hanging from the tree branches, while strings of warm lights lined the way forward. I stared all around me, soaking up the magical atmosphere. It’s them, I realized, my heart swelling with love. Knowing it was Jackson and Brandon who had created this path just for me, excitement flooded through my veins and I almost started running. The garden soon came into view. Golden fairy lights were twined elegantly around the white pillars. Moving closer, I saw vines of fresh white roses and baby’s breath covering the roof and railings, making it look like a scene straight out of a dream. “It’s so beautiful,” I breathed, my hand

RheaThe beach was quiet in the late morning, that particular stillness before the heat peaked and everyone came out. I had found my spot on the sand, close enough to hear the waves, far enough from the house that nobody would interrupt me.Or so I thought.I stretched my legs out and adjusted my sunglasses and listened to the phone ring twice before Elora picked up.“Finally,” she said. “I was beginning to think you’d forgotten I existed.”“I’ve been busy.”“You’ve been engaged. There’s a difference.” Her voice was bright and warm and I could hear the sound of somewhere beautiful behind her. “Tell me everything. Start from the beginning. Leave nothing out.”“They did it in the garden,” I said. “Lanterns in the trees. Both of them on one knee at the same time.”Elora made a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a sob. “Stop it.”“Zuri was behind me clapping.”“I cannot.” She was laughing now. “I genuinely cannot. That is the most ‘them’ thing I have ever heard. How d

RheaI knelt before them on the soft rug, looking up at both of my men with nothing but power thrumming through me. This was mine. These two powerful, beautiful men staring down at me with raw hunger and open love written across their faces. No more walls. No more distance. Just us and four years of choosing each other every single day.I wrapped my hands around both of their cocks, feeling them throb hot and heavy against my palms. Brandon was already leaking at the tip. I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly up his length before swirling it around the swollen head, tasting the salty slickness there. He groaned deep in his chest, fingers sliding into my hair.I turned to Jackson next, taking him into my mouth in one smooth glide, sucking him deep while my hand continued stroking Brandon. I moved between them with deliberate slowness, savoring every thick inch, every twitch of their cocks on my tongue. My lips stretched wide around Jackson as I hollowed my cheeks and took him to

RheaI stood in front of the mirror and didn’t recognise myself.Not in a bad way. Just in the way of someone looking at a version of themselves they had always hoped existed but hadn’t been entirely sure about until right now.The dress was simple. Short and white and light enough to move in the sea breeze. Elowen had found it in town that morning and brought it back without telling me and when I put it on and looked in the mirror I understood immediately why she had chosen it.It was exactly right.My hair was down the way Jackson liked it. The ring caught the light every time I moved my hand.I pressed my fingers below my collarbone over the letters that had been there for years and thought about everything those two initials had meant at different points in my life. The anger. The grief. The confusion. And now this.My eyes filled.The door flew open.I spun around.Elora stood in the doorway in a dress the colour of the sea, her eyes already wet, her hands over her mout

RheaThe fire was lit by the time the sun went down.Someone had found speakers and the music was exactly right, not too loud, just present enough to move to if you wanted and ignore if you didn’t. The food had come out and the wine was open and the beach had transformed from a ceremony into something looser and warmer and full of people who genuinely liked each other.Owen had appointed himself in charge of the fire and was taking this responsibility very seriously. Felix stood beside him offering advice that was being cheerfully ignored.Nick sat with Elora in two low chairs close to the water, their feet in the sand, talking the way people talked when they had known each other long enough to be comfortable with silence. He caught my eye across the fire and raised his glass slightly and I raised mine back.Elowen had Zuri on her hip, dancing slowly to something, Zuri’s head on her shoulder, her enormous skirt dragging in the sand. The fight to stay awake was clearly being lost but Zu