All Chapters of MY STEP BROTHER, MY RUIN: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

JUNE.My phone buzzed in my hand.Mom.Again.I stared at the screen for a second before answering. “I’m still in line,” I said softly, almost whispering.“June,” her voice came through, soft but tight, like she was trying not to panic. “You said it wouldn’t take long. Your stepfather will be here soon. We still have things to pack.”I rolled my eyes, glancing at the front again, irritation rising. “It’s not my fault this place moves like this… You wanted this college, remember?”A pause.“Then come home! We can't keep him waiting.” She snapped. “You can go back tomorrow.” The call had ended before I said any more words.The queue wasn’t moving. I glanced at my wristwatch for the hundredth time in a minute. Shifted my weight from one leg to the other, craning my head to see if there was any progress ahead.Earlier this morning, I had tried to complete the registration process online but the network was down. I could tell a whole lot of other students were trying it out at the same tim

RONAN.I couldn't believe it. I almost couldn't believe Dad was thinking about wife-ing that lady he met just a few months ago. The thought had kept me up most nights. He had broken the news like it was something I should jubilate over. Was he expecting me to applaud him after I had seen how much he adored her? A forty-three-year-old woman! Same love he never gave Mom. Gave her the same care he denied Mom.I had seen how he laughed at every lame joke she made. How he gifted her even the smallest things. All of that he never did for mom. She had died lonely, her hands curled tight around my fingers till she went cold.She spent weeks in the hospital but Dad only showed up once, paid the hospital bills, and vanished. Not once did he stay by her bed. Not once did he care. I was only eight at the time. Grandma Julie, Mom's mother, and I, took care of her till she passed.And now, Dad knows how to love someone? When he broke the news of his marriage to Marielle, and that her daughter, Ju

JUNE; I took the stairs, one at a time, hand tight on the railings. They were already seated, Mom, Mr. Grayson, and that boy, but their cutlery still lay perfectly, glasses remained untouched. The aroma of different delicacies wafted through the air into my nostrils. But I still hated the idea of this dinner. It should have been just my Mom and me, on our little dinner table, maybe having some rice and grilled fish, something simple and not dramatic, like the array of dishes that lay across the long wooden table, as if it were Christmas. Rich people and show-offs. They always love complicated meals. I sighed slightly. My eyes fell on him, not like it was the first time since the staircase. But I just noticed his eyes lit up. Why was his lip lifted at the corner? I darted my eyes around me, maybe I had worn my clothes inside out. Why was he looking at me that way? God! I hated those eyes on me. I hated how they suddenly made each step heavy. I hated the way his face shone in the

JUNE;The steam still clung to my skin like it had followed me all the way up the stairs. What the heck did I just see? Was that a dick or a long smoothly carved log between his thighs?My legs felt shaky, like jelly left out in the sun, as I bolted up the steps two at a time. The towel slipped a little around my chest and I clutched it tighter, shower gel held tightly under one arm, knuckles white. Why was my body reacting this way? My nipples had gone all tight and hard, pushing painfully against the thick fabric like they were begging to be touched. Every little shift of the towel sent sparks straight down between my legs. And down there… Oh, sweet Lord!. My core throbbed with a deep, hot ache I couldn’t ignore. I couldn’t tell if it was just the desperate need to pee or the raw image of Ronan burning into my brain. That rude boy standing there completely naked, water streaming over his carved muscles, his hand slowly stroking that long, thick, hard dick like he was lost in plea

JUNE;The sole of my right sneaker suddenly pulled loose with a loud rip, flapping under my foot like a broken tongue. Ouch! I felt a rip across my heart. I stumbled forward, arms flailing for balance, I grabbed a stool and steadied myself. My hair let loose with the jolt, covering my face. A few students already in the classroom burst out laughing. The sound echoed off the walls.“Look at that!”“Meanie girl can’t even walk straight… Did she wear a bad shoe to Uni?”More whispers flew around the room, louder now. “Meanie… meanie…”I buried my face toward the floor, cheeks burning hotter than fire. I could only thank my hair for covering my shame a little. I didn't know what best to do. Turn and go back to the door, limping? Or limp to a seat and have their mean words leech me to death? I pulled off the bad shoe. My hands tightened hard around it. It was the cause of my even bigger misfortune today. I shook as I tried to fix the shoe, but it was no use. The sole hung half off, and