All Chapters of Ravaged By My Cold-Hearted Stepbrothers : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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Chapter 50; Lies And Secrets

RHEA“Okay, I have to ask.” Elora’s voice cut through my thoughts as we walked toward the library. “Is it just me, or have you been walking funny all day?”My heart jumped into my throat. “What? No. I’m fine.”“Rhea.” She stopped, forcing me to stop too. Her eyes scanned me up and down with the kind of scrutiny only a best friend could pull off. “You’re walking like you’re saddle-sore. Like you spent twelve hours on a horse or something.”Heat flooded my face. “I’m just sore from yesterday. The allergic reaction made all my muscles tense up and now everything aches.”Elora’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God. Did they give you an injection at the hospital that messed with your legs? I’ve heard about that happening. Like, some people get steroid shots and then—”“No!” I laughed, but it came out too high, too forced. “Nothing like that. I just… I fell getting out of the hospital bed. Super embarrassing. Bruised my tailbone and my legs and just… yeah. It hurts to walk normally.”The lie tasted

Punishment And Pleasure

RheaNick’s car idled in the driveway, engine humming softly in the quiet evening. I sat in the passenger seat, bag in my lap, not quite ready to get out even though we’d been sitting here for a full minute.“Thanks for the ride,” I said, breaking the silence.Nick turned to me, his expression soft in the dashboard lights. “Anything for you. You know that.”The sincerity in his voice made my chest ache with guilt. He deserved better than this. Better than a girlfriend who could barely look him in the eye without thinking about what she’d done with someone else.We held each other’s gaze, and I saw the moment he decided to lean in. His intention was clear—he wanted to kiss me. Needed to kiss me after I’d been pulling away all day.I put my hand on his chest gently, stopping him before our lips could meet.“I’m sorry,” he said immediately, pulling back. “I shouldn’t have—”“It’s okay.” I tried to smile. “I’m just… still not feeling great. From yesterday.”The lie tasted bitter, but he a

Pleasures

Rhea“Good.” Brandon’s hands slid down my arms, guiding them behind the chair. “Because you’ve earned it, baby. Choosing him this morning. Walking around with his hands on you all day. Lying to us about Camilla.”He picked up a rope from a table. The rope was soft against my wrists as he worked efficiently, looping it around and tying it in a way that was secure but not painful. My breathing quickened.“You think you can play both sides?” Jackson leaned down, bracing his hands on the armrests, caging me in. His face was inches from mine. “Be his perfect girlfriend while letting us fuck you at night?”“I didn’t—”“Don’t lie.” His hand came up to grip my jaw, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Not here. Not now. You’re tied to a chair in our basement, Rhea. The time for lies is over.”My core clenched at his words, at his proximity, at the dominance radiating off him. I was supposed to be scared. Supposed to be fighting this.But my body knew what it wanted. And it wanted them.“Look at her,

Filthy Sweet

RheaHis fingers found me through my panties, and I gasped at the contact. He pressed against my clit, circling slowly, deliberately.“Tell us about Camilla,” Brandon said, his hands still working my breasts. “What does she have on you?”“Photos,” I breathed, my hips moving against Jackson’s hand. “She took photos in the locker room.”“Of what?” Jackson’s fingers slipped beneath my panties, skin to skin now.“Me. Naked. After you both left..” The words came out broken as his fingers slid through my wetness. “She’s been using them to make me—oh God—”“To make you what?” Brandon’s teeth found my shoulder, biting down.“To make me do whatever she wants. Said if I don’t, she’ll send them to everyone. The whole school. Your dad.”Jackson’s fingers circled my entrance, teasing. “And you didn’t tell us because?”“Because I thought you’d make it worse. Use them against me too.” I was panting now, desperate for more. “Please, Jackson, please—”“Please what?” His finger pushed inside, just one,

Claimed

RheaA knife?My heart screamed when Brandon picked up the knife I’d seen Jackson with earlier. Not a kitchen knife. Something smaller, sharper, with a wicked edge that caught the light.“Stand up,” Jackson said, helping me to my feet.My legs were weak and unsteady. I couldn’t take my eyes off the blade in Brandon’s hand.“What is that for?” My voice came out barely above a whisper.“Insurance,” Brandon said, his eyes meeting mine. “So you never forget who you belong to.”My heart started racing, fear and something else, something darker, twisting in my stomach. “You’re going to—what are you going to do with that?”“Mark you.” Jackson’s hand slid down my arm, his touch deceptively gentle. “Permanently. So every time you look in the mirror, every time you get undressed, every time that boyfriend of yours tries to touch you, you remember.”“You can’t—that’s insane—”“Is it?” Brandon set the knife down on the table and crossed to me. “You’ve been lying to us. Sneaking around. Letting hi

Marked

Rhea “Here,” he said. “This is where you’ll wear our names. J.B. Simple. Elegant. Ours.” “I’ll go first,” Jackson said, his fingers never stopping their movement between my legs. “The J. Then Brandon with the B.” “Ready?” Brandon asked, the knife hovering over my skin. I wasn’t. Would never be ready for something this permanent, this claiming, this insane. But I nodded anyway. “Good girl,” Jackson murmured, and his fingers pressed harder against my clit, sending sparks of pleasure through me. “Now breathe.” I took a deep breath. I watched Jackson’s fingers open my folds, revealing my entrance to the swollen head of his cock, and then he was pushing against me. I was soaking wet, but I’m still tight, and when he pushed harder, and the head of his cock popped into me, I let out a surprised yowl of pain. The pain from the previous day, the soreness, and the aches came crashing down on me all at once. Jackson’s hands squeezed my thighs, his jaw set with concentration as

Ravaged

RHEAPain woke me before anything else.Not just the burning across my chest where they’d carved their initials into my skin. That was there, constant and throbbing. But the ache between my legs was worse—a deep, bone-deep soreness that made even the thought of moving unbearable.They hadn’t given me a break. All night, they’d fuck me over and over, pushing past every limit until I couldn’t form words anymore. Until I couldn’t remember my own name, only theirs.I tried to shift slightly and immediately regretted it. Everything hurt. My thighs, my core, and my back from being pressed against the wall. The fresh wounds on my chest pulled with even the smallest breath.“Easy.” Jackson’s voice was low and rough with sleep. “Don’t move too fast.”I turned my head—slowly, carefully—and found him already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching me. His hand rested on my hip, thumb tracing lazy circles that were more soothing than sexual.“How long have you been awake?” My voice came out hoar

Shaky Legs

Rhea“Rhea?” Mom’s voice was closer. On the stairs. “Sweetheart, are you up?”“Just a second!” I called out, trying to keep my voice steady even though I was clinging to Brandon for support. “I’m getting dressed!”Jackson shoved my clothes from last night into my hands. I tried to put them on, but every movement was agony. Brandon had to help me, his jaw tight as he watched me struggle.“This is bad,” I whispered. “She’s going to know something’s wrong. I can barely stand.”“You fell at the hospital, remember?” Brandon’s voice was low, urgent. “That’s the story. You’re still recovering from that. Bruised your legs, your back, everything.”“Rhea?” Mom knocked on Brandon’s bedroom door. “Why are you in Brandon’s room?”My mind raced through the fog of pain and panic. “I wasn’t feeling well last night. Brandon let me sleep here because his room is closer to the bathroom.”The lie felt heavier now, weighted with everything we were hiding.The door opened before anyone could respond. Mom s

Sterling Family Gala

RheaThe Sterling Grand Hotel ballroom was exactly what I’d expected—elegant, expensive, and designed to remind everyone in attendance exactly how much power and money the Sterling family wielded.Crystal chandeliers hung from vaulted ceilings. White tablecloths covered dozens of round tables arranged around a central dance floor. A string quartet played soft classical music in one corner. Servers in crisp uniforms circulated with champagne and hors d’oeuvres.And everywhere, people in designer clothes mingled and networked, their laughter echoing off marble floors.The Sterling Annual Charity Gala. The event of the season. Where the family showcased their philanthropic side while reinforcing their social standing.I stood near the entrance with Mom, Brandon, and Jackson, trying not to wince with every step. I’d chosen my outfit carefully—a navy blue cocktail dress with a high neckline that completely covered the bandages, and a hemline that hit just below my knees. Conservative. Safe

Failed Breakup Attempt

Rhea “Hey,” I said, the sheepish smile on my face never leaving. “Mi vida.” He reached me, his eyes immediately taking in my appearance. His hands found mine and held them gently. “You look beautiful. That dress—you’re stunning.”The compliment should have made me happy. Instead, it made me want to cry.“Thank you. You look really good too.”“Thanks.” He smiled, but his eyes were still worried. “Are you sure you’re okay? You seem… I don’t know. Off.”Over his shoulder, I saw Brandon and Jackson watching us from across the room. Brandon’s expression was neutral, but I could see the tension in his jaw. Jackson’s eyes were dark, fixed on where Nick’s hands held mine.A reminder. A warning.I was supposed to break up with Nick today. That was the deal. That was what I’d promised them.But looking at Nick now, at the genuine concern and care in his eyes. “Nick, I—” I started, not sure what I was going to say. “I need to tell you something.”“I need to tell you something too,”

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