All Chapters of Ruined by my Stepbrother : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

“You think I don't know where you go at night?” Sophia Denver, my so-called mother, screamed at the top of her lungs. “You think I'm stupid?” she spat, taking a menacing step forward. Strands of her red hair clung to the sweat on her face. I dropped my gaze to the cracked tile floor, not wanting to push her any further. Instead, I counted the thin dark lines running through the tiles the way other girls counted money. I learned early in life that it was better to be silent than argue. It cost me nothing. If I let her rant long enough, eventually she'd tire herself out and shut the hell up. “I'm working,” I finally said, my voice calm and flat, because giving her more words only gave her more weapons. “Well, it's not enough. You're just too ugly to attract men with hard cash.” Sophia stepped even closer. God, she smelled awful. Cheap perfume mixed with stale alcohol and cigarettes. It was enough to turn my stomach. “I know you don't care if I sell my body for a few dollars,” I sho

The moment I shut the door behind me, it was as if the world had suddenly shrunk. The VIP room was designed to feel intimate. Dim blue light lit up the room. There was a leather couch by the side of the wall and an expensive glass table in front of it. Then, my eyes caught him in the dim light. He was sitting on the couch with his arms proudly draped on the chair arms like a man who owned the place. Then, he was holding a cigarette, and smoke curled out of his lips as he puffed it. I just stood there like I couldn’t move. “Closer,” he instructed, and I listened as I carefully walked towards him. Then, his eyes lifted to mine. Those dark eyes, and I saw his face clearly this time. My jaw nearly dropped as recognition dawned on me. Holy shit. He was the same guy from the club. But that was not all. He was Kayden Devereaux. He still looked as hot as he did back in high school, only now he looked like a man carved from sin itself. His face was more mature but more sexy. I was su

Everyone turned to me like I had just exploded, even though my voice had only come out a little too loud.“This isn't serious.” A nervous chuckle slipped past my lips as I looked around the room, waiting for someone to laugh and tell me this was some sick joke.“What?” Victor asked with a grin stretched across his face, like a man delighted to have walked into my life uninvited. But his blue eyes were cold. Beside him, my mother smiled like she'd just won the lottery. The sight alone made my stomach twist. Her voice turned soft as silk when she spoke, softer than I had ever heard it directed at me in all the years we'd lived together.“Ashley, darling.” She stepped closer and cupped my cheeks. “You have a stepfather now. You don't have to be alone anymore.”God, that fake sweetness was what I hated the most. If only Victor could see her for what she truly was instead of this perfect little act she wore so well. A cruel mother who couldn't care less about her own daughter.“You're dis

“Where have you been, young woman?” Sophia sat stiffly on the sofa when I stepped into the apartment, like she had been waiting there the entire time just for me. The television flickered quietly behind her, casting shadows across her face. “Nowhere,” I replied coldly, slipping off my shoes without looking at her. My lips stayed pressed into a thin line. “Oh c’mon.” She turned to look at me. “I know you’re not working tonight.” She stood and started walking toward me slowly. I knew that walk. The same one she always used when she wanted to hit me. “That’s why I agreed to let Victor come over,” she continued. “I wanted you both to bond.” I scoffed, clicking my tongue softly as I tightened my fists by my sides, trying hard to keep the anger boiling inside me under control. I wasn’t against her marriage. But out of every man in the world, she just had to choose Victor. The same Victor whose son I hated with every part of me. Even though she had no idea, she had practically ruined

“Yes, of course,” I replied. I walked further into the room and dropped my handbag onto the bedside table. The sharp click of my heels echoed against the silence. “You didn't wear what I asked you to.” “I did.” My fingers moved to the belt of my coat. I untied it and let the fabric slide from my shoulders. It pooled at my feet as I stood there, meeting his gaze head-on. “You didn't seriously expect me to show up dressed like this, did you?” I asked, pressing my lips into a thin line. His eyes traveled over me slowly before he reached for the bottle beside him and poured himself another drink. “Aren't you going to at least compliment me?” I shot back. The amber liquid splashed softly into the glass. He didn't even look up. “No.” That was it. Just one word. He slid a second glass across the nightstand toward me. I rolled my eyes so hard it almost hurt and folded my arms across my chest. Of course. Kayden had been an arrogant brat since high school. Why the hell had I expec